Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(50)
With his other hand, he pinched her nipple lightly, just enough to make her gasp. He also reminded her who was in charge for now. “I’m having a nice time with the most beautiful woman in the world and she’s going to let me. Aren’t you, sweetheart? Because you know I’ll take you somewhere wonderful, someplace where you don’t have to think about anything but your next orgasm. So give over and let me do my job.”
“Your job?”
“Taking care of you. I’ve decided it’s my primary job in life.” He whispered the words against her ear. “So hush unless I ask you a question. No one can see us. They’re too busy with their own pleasures. Now look at that couple on the street below and tell me what you see.”
They were standing in line, waiting to be seated. The woman wore a white sundress and the man slacks with a collared shirt. Occasionally, she looked up at him as if they shared a secret. He always gave her a sly smile back.
“They’ve been together for a while. You can see it in the way he holds her hand, the way they look at each other,” she murmured.
“Yes.” He nipped her ear and she moaned.
Emboldened, Dax slipped his hand a bit lower, well under the band of her bikini underwear, skimming the pad of her sex with his fingertips and intentionally missing her clitoris. She was already heating up for him.
“God, Dax, please touch me there. Please.” Holland arched her back, grinding her firm backside against his stiff cock.
She wasn’t playing fair, but then two minutes ago she’d told him she hadn’t wanted to play at all, so he was calling this a win.
He smiled as he soothed the little bite he’d given her with his tongue, tracing it along the shell of her ear. “I’ll get there, but not until you give me what I want. So tell me what makes you think they’ve been together for a while.”
“You’re going to kill me, Spencer. Fine. They’re comfortable holding hands. She leans into him. She smiles at him differently than she does at everyone else. Watch her. She’s polite to others, but when he talks, she lights up.”
He teased down farther, brushing the little jewel that brought them both so much pleasure. He let the pad of his finger rub against it, starting the slow roll to her orgasm. His erection jumped when he realized she was already wet. “Where do you think they’re at in their relationship?”
“They’re in love.” Her voice had taken on a breathless quality as she watched the couple take their seats. The restaurant doors were glass with big bay windows. The couple was seated in the front. The man moved quickly, not allowing the waiter to seat his date. He pulled out the chair for her, held a hand out to ease her down.
“I think you’re right,” he whispered as he rubbed her sensitive nub in little circles.
He dipped his fingers lower, slipping into her labia where he found all the evidence of her arousal he needed. She was so wet. All he had to do was touch her. No woman had ever responded to him the way Holland did. It was as if she was made for him.
“He treats her like you treat me.” Her head fell back against his chest, a sure sign of her surrender.
They hadn’t exchanged words of love, not exactly. He didn’t say them now, either. He wanted to save it. He had plans for his girl.
“Yes, he treats her the way I treat you. I’ll bet he’s always thinking of her. She’s the last thought he has before he goes to sleep at night and the first when he wakes up in the morning. He can’t work sometimes because she’s taking over all his thoughts. And when he’s around her? Oh, he’s useless for anything but touching her, being close to her. She’s his home.”
“Dax,” she said, her voice breaking.
“Shh, let it happen, sweetheart. I won’t say another word.” She wasn’t ready for undying declarations tonight. They needed a little more time. He had a bit left to give her.
He picked up the pace, her arousal making her melt even more quickly. Over and over, he circled her clitoris, her body beginning to move in time to his. She thrust her pelvis against his hand, offering herself up to him. They weren’t watching the street below anymore. He was watching her. And with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, she gave herself over to him.
Her body shuddered, and he caught her mouth in a kiss to cover her cries. He was fairly certain no one would hear those sweet whimpers over the raucous racket on the street below, but she would be mortified if they did.
When he’d finally wrung every last second of ecstasy from her, he gently pulled his hand back and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. She was honey on his lips.
“How do you do that to me?” Holland turned in his arms. “How do you make me forget everything except you? I’m not a wild sort of girl.”
“Of course not. You enjoy sex, as you should. You’re not only a woman, you’re a lady.”
She frowned. “I’m also not the sort who needs help to sit in a chair or someone to open the door.”
“I know, but I need to do things for you. Don’t make my wanting to ensure you’re protected and cared for into some mark against your strength. I need for you to know how special you are to me. That’s why I do those things for you.”
She sniffled a little and rolled those gorgeous eyes of hers. “Naturally. You know exactly what to say to me. God, you’re too good to be true, Dax. This is all going to fall apart.”