her body hitting the wall behind her. “What are you talking about?”
Oh, she knew exactly what he was talking about, but he could make it clear to her.
“I never got to finish that kiss. My father interrupted us.”
Holland shook her head, but she was looking at his mouth. Her breath had gone shallow.
“We finished. And I walked away.”
He moved closer, crowding her. “I definitely didn’t get my fill, sweetheart. Maybe
if I had, you wouldn’t have left. I think it’s time we fixed that problem.”
Dax leaned in slowly, giving her the opportunity to protest. He’d never force her . . .
but persuasion was something else entirely.
“Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right here, right now.”
“You know I can’t,” she whispered.
That was what he wanted to hear. He braced his hand against the wall above her head
and hovered close, breathing in her scent. She smelled like ripe peaches and something
so her. It thrilled his senses.
Slowly, he reached for the soft skin of her face and cupped it. “I never stopped thinking
about you. Not once, Holland. I don’t think I’m capable of forgetting you.”
“This is a mistake.” She breathed the words onto his lips, their mouths drawing ever
closer. “It can’t end well.”
He closed the remaining distance between them and brushed hislips over hers, giving her a taste of what was to come. “It can if we make it. We
choose our fates.”
He would make his marriage work. Together, they would have children who always felt
loved and never worried that their parents didn’t put them and each other first.
Dax deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over her plump bottom lip and thrilling
when she shuddered. Her trembling hands skated up his torso as she pressed their bodies
closer and kissed him harder. Then she opened her mouth and he felt the slide of her
tongue against his.
Pure fire threatened to consume him. Usually, he took his time and worked up to sex,
but the feel of this woman in his arms made him rough and ready in a heartbeat. He
wanted to shove her against the wall and thrust his cock deep. Take her. His whole
being screamed out to claim her once and for all.
He pinned her to the wall, covering her body with his as he prolonged the kiss. With
greedy palms, he hugged her curves, then settled on her waist and pulled her hard
against him. He hated the clothing between them, wanted nothing more than to feel
her silky flesh.
“Dax, we shouldn’t,” she breathed against his mouth.
“Stop thinking. Feel. Feel how much I want you, Holland.” He pressed his pelvis against
hers. It wasn’t a gentlemanly thing to do, but he couldn’t be polite with her. She
brought out the caveman in him. He wanted to mark her, to let everyone else know this
one woman was his.
He silenced her with his kiss, delving deep again. Her fingers clung to his shoulders
as her body molded to his, fitting together. Chest to chest. Belly to belly. His erection
nestled against her pussy.
Could he take her in the bathroom? He had a condom. All he needed was a few minutes
of privacy to ease the ache they were both suffering. But as much as he wanted her,
Dax couldn’t fathom that his first time with Holland would be in a public john. She
deserved better. So did they.
As he forced himself to ease back, an unfamiliar voice drifted down the hall. “If
you’ll come this way, we’ll take a peek into the private dining room.”
Holland gasped at the intrusion and shoved at him. Dax stared at her flushed cheeks
and swollen lips, a ribbon of satisfaction winding through him.
“As you can plainly see, Antoine’s is noted for its romantic environment. Like everything
here in New Orleans, we keep it spicy,” the male voice said again.
Dax grimaced when he noticed a group of tourists taking one of the food and wine tours
conducted daily throughout the city. As the group passed, Holland looked even more
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