Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(96)

“I made that deal with you a long time ago,” he whispered against her lips. “I was a different man then. You should know I’ll fight dirty this time. I’ll fight for us, Holland.”

He picked her up and carried her back to bed.

“There’s no fighting,” she said as he laid her down. “I told you, I’ll be your lover while this lasts.”

She was so stubborn and she would try to hold out until the very end. Dax intended to make that utterly impossible.

“Then I think I should get my way, don’t you? If I’ve got so little time, I should definitely have you any way I want you. Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart.” He moved to the bedside table where he’d tucked the condoms in the drawer.

“What are you doing?” Hesitation halted her voice, but she obediently turned over and rose to her hands and knees, leaving that glorious backside in the air.

So fucking pretty. He ran a hand over her cheeks and down to her pussy. She was already warm and wet for him. He tested her, sliding a single finger through her labia. “I’m going to make you scream for me. Look at that. You’re already ripe and ready.”

“How do you do this to me?” She bowed her head, blond hair brushing the mattress, in a sign of surrender.

“The same way you do it to me. Do you honestly believe I walk around with an erection all the time? Not even when I was a kid.” He found her clitoris with lazy fingers and circled it, watching the way she arched and squirmed. “Only one woman can get me hard and ready just by walking in a room. The right woman. You.”

Holland moved her hips in time with his rhythm, mewling like a pretty little cat in heat. “It feels so good. I know I shouldn’t give in, but I can’t help it.”

And that was exactly what she was afraid of. She wasn’t in control with him. He had to teach her that was all right. He wasn’t in control with her, either, but she was a safe place. They didn’t need control with each other. They needed to let go and simply be.

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I need it.”

“And I need to watch you. I love watching you climax. I love the way it feels when you’re wrapped around my cock and you finally let go. Don’t come yet. Not without me.” He aligned his stiff flesh with her slick opening and pressed in with slow, short thrusts.

He loved how tight she was, how right she felt. No matter how many times he had her, he always had to fight his way inside. But once he did . . . they always fit together perfectly.

Holland’s breathing turned shallow. She cried out his name as she shoved her hips up in silent entreaty, offering herself to him.

He gripped her hips and gave her what she wanted, sinking a bit deeper with each little move. She felt different from this angle and he loved that he could see how he affected her through the way she clutched the railing of the headboard, arched her spine to take more of him, and tossed her head in pleasure. Her whole body was taut and wanting. She wasn’t thinking about all the ways he’d hurt her now. She was simply lost in the moment with him.

He would change her mind. He had to. He couldn’t live without this woman.

I love you. He said it silently because he hadn’t earned the right to say it out loud yet.

He used her hips to pull her back as he began to fuck her in earnest. She wouldn’t accept words of love from him so he let his body do the talking. He worshipped her, caressing her softly, bending to press a kiss to her back, whisper words against her neck. More than once, he took them both to the edge of climax and then dragged them back because he wanted this to last. He never wanted his time with her to end.

She rocked with him, shoving her hips back and taking him as deeply as she could. She fought for her pleasure, and it excited him like nothing else could. Somewhere deep down, like that heart she didn’t want to acknowledge, she wanted him, too.

When he couldn’t hold out a second more, he reached around and found her clitoris again, giving it a firm rub as he delved even deeper inside her.

Holland gasped and pushed back against him, the muscles inside her core tightening deliciously.

He couldn’t stop the freight train of desire. A tingle began at the base of his spine, then shot through his body. Dax could have sworn he exploded with pleasure. As climax hit, she turned him inside out and flattened him. With a long groan, he gave her everything, gritting his teeth with the effort to hold himself deep and stay inside her as long as possible.

When he had nothing left, he fell on top of her, not even thinking to keep his weight from her. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs. It was exactly where he wanted to be.

And where he intended to be when everything was over—right here with her.





SEVENTEEN




Holland was still shaken as she sat down to breakfast. Luckily, tinfoil hadn’t been the only thing Freddy had brought back with him. The conspiracy theorist apparently didn’t believe that meat was murder. He’d brought a pound of bacon that he’d cooked up, much to Lara’s displeasure.

Connor had been sneaking pieces of bacon all morning.

And all she’d been able to dwell on was the fact that Dax had mentioned marriage.

She shouldn’t let herself even think about it, much less hope again. How was she supposed to trust him? He said all the right things, but the minute the chips were down would he turn to the nearest available woman and run off to Vegas again?