“I got dinner for us,” I say. “And then you can peel me out of your jersey, and we can have sex all night?” I let the sentence hang as a question, hoping he doesn’t have other plans.
“Two things,” he says, not moving from where he kneels in front of me. “One. Thank you. This is the best surprise of my life.”
“And two?”
“The jersey stays on.”
Then he’s ducking under the fabric and hooking an arm around my left leg and placing it on his shoulder. His mouth finds me already wet and ready.
“What about dinner?” I ask as he burrows his face into my center.
His only reply is a deep, satisfied groan, but I understand his meaning: later.
With one leg draped over him, he holds me in place as he licks and nibbles, then fucks me with his tongue. I think I finallyunderstand what he meant about swallowing butterflies because my stomach flutters and dips. All the while heat and electricity course through me. I ache for him in ways I didn’t know was possible.
“Travis,” I say his name as I grip his hair. I’m so close.
“Wife.” His lips move to suck on my clit as he plunges two fingers inside me. I gasp and then shudder as I come around him.
My orgasm stretches out for what feels like minutes. He doesn’t let up until I’m a boneless heap leaning into him to stay upright.
Travis places a chaste kiss on my lower stomach and then stands. His dark eyes are bright and sparkle with mischief and love. Then he’s scooping me up in his arms.
“You look good wearing my jersey, baby,” he says, gaze dipping to my chest and then to the number on the sleeve.
“Yeah?”
He nods and then carries me up the stairs to his room. I could remind him of dinner, but I’m not interested in food either.
I wake up with one of Travis’s arms and legs draped over me. When I open my eyes, he’s already awake and staring at me with a smile on his face.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that watching people sleep is creepy?” A sleepy, happy smile tugs at my lips as I let my lashes flutter closed again.
“Nope,” he says, hand sliding around the curve of my waist. “One of her many parental failures, I suppose.”
My eyes pop open.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” I continue to mentally berate myself for the slip. I know how sensitive a topic that is for him.
He shakes his head, smile not wavering. “Nothing to be sorry for, babe.”
Still, I feel like a jerk.
His head lowers until his nose brushes against mine. He places a kiss on my lips and then pulls back. “My bad manners aside, I think you’re the one to blame in this instance.”
“Yeah?”
His hand slides under the jersey. It didn’t come off all night long. A surprising feat considering how many orgasms he delivered.
Warm fingers graze over my stomach and up to palm my breast. Tingles spread out on my skin beneath his touch.
“I like having you in my bed. You should just move the rest of your shit in here.” He motions with his head toward the small pile of clothes I’ve left from previous nights. “You sleep in here all the time anyway, even when I’m gone.”
“Your bed is better.” And I like sleeping in here, smelling him on the sheets and pillows.
“And I love coming home and finding you here.”
I already knew that based on the sex that tends to follow his discovery.
