Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(51)

What was going on with her? He drew her closer, hugging her tight. “Everything falls apart at one point in time. The key is making sure you put it back together.”

“I love you, Dax. Don’t ever forget it.” She kissed him, cupping his face in her hands and pressing her whole body against his.

He lit up like a kid at Christmas. Clearly, he’d read her wrong. She was ready. He was damn sure ready. Finally, their timing was right. “I love you, too. God, you have no idea how much I love you.”

He picked her up, filling his palms with that luscious ass of hers. Holland wound her legs around his waist. He loved the weight of her in his arms. If she let him, he would carry her everywhere, holding her close.

Now he fumbled his way to the balcony door because what he was about to do did require privacy. He wasn’t going to quiet her this time. He wanted to hear her scream for him.

Somehow he managed to get the door open, managed to get them inside. All the while their tongues mated, sliding against each other in a frenzy of love and euphoria. He let his every sense be inundated by her. Her sweet scent, peaches and arousal. Fuck, all he had to do now was smell damn peaches and he would get hard. The feel of her curves pressed to his, her breasts against his chest. The sound of her mewling cries. He loved it when his badass woman turned into a sweet kitten in his arms.

He moved to the bedroom, his cock jumping every single time he took a step. The friction of his erection against her core threatened to undo him.

Her fingers slid against his scalp. She wasn’t even trying to hold on to him, just explore. She trusted him. The knowledge flared through his system, arousing him as surely as the feel of her bare skin against his. She knew he would never drop her, never let her be hurt.

When his knees made contact with the side of the bed, he let himself tip forward, sending her down gently. He straightened and ripped his shirt over his head. He didn’t have time for a slow strip tease. He needed to be inside her now.

With shaky hands, she fumbled with the button of her slacks. A sweet desperation marked her expression, very likely mirroring his own. They needed each other, needed this act of passion to place the stamp on their words. I love you. They’d said it with their mouths, and now their bodies wanted to put an exclamation point on the confession.

His hands trembled, too, as he undid his belt and the fly of his khakis. He toed out of his shoes because he was not making love to her with shoes on and his pants around his knees. This was too important. Besides, once he got her into bed, he was keeping her there.

“Let me do it.” Holland scrambled off the bed, chucking her slacks to the side. She was down to her pretty bra and panties, which sported a wet spot. Yeah, he’d done that to her.

She dropped to her knees and finished dragging down his zipper. “I don’t think it’s Naval policy to go commando, Captain.”

He took a shuddering breath as she pulled his khakis down, freeing his cock. “Good thing I don’t have to pass inspection, then, isn’t it?”

“Oh, you pass inspection.” She leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth.

He watched it disappear behind her plump lips with a groan.

Dax loved how she went after what she wanted. He’d been with women who played shy. Maybe some actually had been, but for the most part it had been a game to get him hot. They would pretend to be innocent and sweet, like they’d never sucked a cock before. Not Holland. She dove in with gusto, minus the silly games.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He slid his fingers around the crown of her head, guiding her to take more. Her mouth was like hot silk, encasing him. He wanted to feel the back of her throat.

She whirled her tongue around, then eased back. “I love how you taste. I want every part of you, Dax. Everything you have to give me.”

He was fairly certain they were talking about more than simple oral sex, but that was part of the mix. He’d never let her bring him to climax this way, simply let her play and increase his arousal before climbing between her thighs.

“Sweetheart . . .”

“Please, Dax. I want to do this. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

He damn near did right then and there. Even more, he couldn’t refuse her. “All right, but it’s my way the rest of the night. Now take more. Take it all.”

He gently fucked her mouth, in and out, forcing his way in inch by solid inch. As he did, she cupped his balls. Pleasure radiated up his spine, making his eyes roll back. So good. She felt so damn good. And when she dropped to her knees, it felt like he’d earned her. Holland wouldn’t get intimate with anyone for fame or money. She would only do it because she wanted to. That was the best rush of all, knowing he’d made her want him.

Made her love him.

Even as her mouth worked him, his blood heating to a boil, all he could think about was how much he worshipped her and would forever. Yeah, she was good at giving head—but that was part of the love, along with sex and comfort. She was all that to him, wrapped up in one beautifully strong package.

They would be better than his parents. He would be a better man. He would be the best husband in the world for this precious woman.

Her tongue worked the underside of his dick, sending a crazy thrill up his spine. When she gave him the barest edge of her teeth he hissed, the sensation elevating his pleasure.

“More.” He tightened his grip on her hair.