Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(54)

She lowered herself down slowly, wanting to draw it out. Up and down, taking him a little deeper with each pass.

“Tease.” He growled the words but did nothing to rush her.

“That’s because it’s my turn.”

Like he could talk. Dax was king of teasing. He could make sex last for hours. He would push her almost to the edge and then bring her right back. He’d repeat the process over and over again until she thought she couldn’t take another second. Then he would slide over her sweet spot and send her whirling.

She took him slowly, finally bringing them completely together only to stop and let herself savor every inch of him inside her.

His big, hot hands roamed up to cup her breasts and he sighed. “I love being inside you. You feel so right.”

Everything about him was right.

Holland rolled her hips. Dax filled her up so deliciously. Up and down, she rode his cock while his hands explored her body. There wasn’t a place he didn’t touch as though he wanted to mark her as his for all time.

She was. She couldn’t imagine another man putting his hands on her. She leaned over, never letting up on the rhythm of her hips. Lowering her mouth to his, she kissed him long and slow, tangling their tongues together.

He thrust up from beneath her, hips surging, while his hands tightened on her, forcing her down.

“Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me hard.”

Holland intended to give the man what he needed, so she rocked up and thrust down harder, finding a deeper rhythm. With a groan, he settled his fingers between their joined bodies and worked her swollen bundle of nerves, moaning as he rubbed her hard. Then she was the one who couldn’t wait. She quickened her pace. Pleasure rising, her head swimming, heart drumming, Holland gasped. This hot, quick ride felt like the beginning of forever. Even if it was sexy as hell, she felt his love. All the sensations converged with her emotions and splintered her apart. She came an instant later, ecstasy sweeping over her wild and fast.

Before she could begin to enjoy the languor of her orgasm, Holland found herself on her back, Dax staring down at her as he spread her legs wide and thrust in deep. He was obviously through playing around, and she nearly shouted when he hit some magical place that detonated a new flurry of tingles. Orgasm began to build again.

“Give me one more, sweetheart. I want to feel your pussy clamp me tight. You feel so fucking good.”

She moved with him, lifting to him and feeling the rise of need. She clutched his shoulders, cried out when he nipped at her neck and plunged deep.

Then she went over the edge again. This time he was with her. He held himself hard and high inside her as his head fell back with a groan. She could feel his release fill her, scalding, primal, satisfying.

After a long, low groan, Dax fell on top of her, winding his arms around her and holding her tight. “Love you so much.”

And then he fell right back to sleep, his breathing deep and even as he cuddled her.

This time she let his warmth seep into her skin. She would make things right between them. She had to. There was no other choice because she couldn’t give this man up and she wouldn’t let anyone take him from her.





NINE




Dax looked at the ring. The gorgeous emerald-cut two-carat yellow diamond would look so damn beautiful on his girl’s finger. No. Not his girl. His wife.

He was going to ask Holland to marry him.

“You’re sure it’s not too soon?” His mother had given her blessing when she’d given him the ring that had been in the Spencer family for generations. She’d never worn it herself since his grandmother had been alive when his parents married, but she’d left it for Dax to give his wife.

“It feels like I’ve waited forever.” And I won’t wait anymore, he thought as he slid the ring into his pocket. He’d gotten here just in time from the looks of his mother’s suitcases. She was heading to D.C. to help Gus find a new apartment.

Gus didn’t need any help, but his sister knew their mom loved nothing more than decorating a new space, so Gus had invited her up for the week.

With a sigh, his mother peered up at him. “Then you shouldn’t wait anymore. I love Holland like she’s my daughter already.”

“I’m leaving the Navy, Momma.”

That startled her. “Are you certain? I thought you wanted a career like your . . .”

“Like Dad’s? His didn’t end well. I think I’ll try something different.”

The ills between his parents stemmed from spending too much time apart. If they’d been a typical suburban commuter couple, his father probably wouldn’t have taken mistresses. He also wouldn’t have been near a fifteen-year-old prostitute or left himself open to everyone believing the lies about him. Dax grimaced at the thought.

Tears sheened his mother’s eyes. “I’m so glad. And you’ll stop this investigation into your father’s death? You need to focus on the future, son. Not the past. It’s over and done.”

“I have a few questions left, but I promise I’ll be careful.” He was leaving Holland out of his visit to Sue Carlyle. He’d pulled some strings so he could meet her next week. He’d also hired a PI to talk to two of the women she’d been incarcerated with who had since been released. He was expecting a report in the next few days.