Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(93)

“You know what I want.” She clawed at his back.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Of course he did. And in that moment, she wasn’t too proud to let him hear it. “Fuck me.”

He shook his head. “Can’t yet. I need to taste you again. All over again. It’s been so long. I can’t move on until I remember just how sweet you are on my tongue.”

She wanted to scream in frustration, but Dax was already sliding down her body, leading with his mouth, kissing his way over her breasts and to her belly. His tongue delved into her navel briefly before he licked his way to the elastic edge of the panties clinging to her hips.

She peered down the length of her body. He stared back up, those chocolate orbs meltingly intense. Their eyes met. The connection flowing between them jolted her.

“I’ve never gotten the taste of you out of my mouth.” He dipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, tugging them down. When they wouldn’t move any farther, he simply ripped them off.

“Damn it, Dax. Those were my only pair of undies.”

“You don’t need them when you’re with me. I want to keep you just like this. Open, ready for me. God, you smell so good.” He nestled his nose right in her pussy, breathing deeply.

If anyone else had done that, she’d likely squirm and try to wriggle free or distract him. Not Dax. With him, her hips moved of their own accord, lifting to offer him everything. It wasn’t wrong for him to bury his nose there. Nothing was too intimate between them.

Holland tossed her head back. She wanted this, ached for his mouth on her. Needed him so desperately. She could feel how wet she was. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation, and he was the only one who could send her hurtling into screaming ecstasy. He was the only one who could make her heart ache.

He pressed her thighs apart. “If I had my way, you would never wear panties again. You wouldn’t ever leave this damn bed again. I would keep you right here, always ready for me. Always sweet for me to taste you. You’re my favorite treat.”

As he breathed, his hot exhalations spread over her pussy. She fisted the comforter, trying to hold in a whimper. But it was impossible. She begged without a word, her whole being focused on his generous mouth. He had full, sensual lips that shouldn’t belong on a man. They, along with the rest of the package, made him far too sexy to deny.

He was also a man who liked to hear her talk dirty. She was willing to do it for his pleasure.

“Please, Dax. Please put your mouth on me. Lick me. Make me scream.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his Southern drawl arousing her even more, “I can do that.”

He lowered his head and his tongue into her vulva, dragging up toward her clitoris. He stopped just shy, pausing to exhale his hot breath over her again. Holland bit back a scream. But he wouldn’t give in or be rushed. He was far too stubborn and determined to make her pay. He clearly intended to extract his pound of flesh, waging a sweet war by using her own body against her.

He wouldn’t let her up until he was satisfied. And unless she was willing to fight with him, she could do nothing but give in and let him have his way.

Finally, Dax dragged his tongue over her clitoris, warm and soft, and she couldn’t muster the strength to fight him a second longer. She liked being helpless and at his mercy. She had to stop trying to control things between them and simply let them be for as long as they remained together.

Holland relaxed as his fingers parted her slick flesh, allowing him full access to her feminine core. His tongue pierced her. So good. The intimacy, the sensations, felt beyond anything she’d remembered. How had she forgotten for a second what this man could make her feel? So far beyond mere pleasure, being with Dax hit her square in the chest, right in the heart. Had she ever really been out of love with him?

She was so cold and intellectual most of the time. Given her occupation, she had to be. But with Dax, she couldn’t seem to take a mental step back. He made her feel like the center of the world, like she was the only one who mattered to him. When she was with him, no one else mattered to her.

Dangerous thoughts, but she was past caring.

His thumb found her clit and he started to rub in sweet circles. “I want you to come for me. I’ve never been able to forget your flavor when you do.”

He pressed down as his tongue thrust deep inside her. Ecstasy spiked and bliss rolled through Holland as she gave herself over to the orgasm. The tidal wave of pleasure racked her body and shook her deeper, leaving her stripped before Dax and so very vulnerable.

Even as she floated down from the high from her climax, Dax doffed his jeans and returned, a condom in hand. She watched as he rolled the latex over his cock and climbed between her thighs.

“I never feel more like a man than when I’m in bed with you.” He fitted his cock to her opening and started to press inside. “Hell, I never feel more like me than when I’m with you, sweetheart. Missed you so much.” He moved in, filling her in one long thrust.

Holland clung to him and gasped, feeling so full. God, she’d been empty for too long. Now she not only felt full . . . but complete.

She brought him closer because he was still too far away. “Kiss me. Please, Dax.”

“There’s nothing I love more than that.” He gave her his weight, his body pressed to hers as she wrapped her legs around his lean waist.