He made me feeldesired.
I watched as his finger gently brushed against my core. His eyes widened at my body’s response to him, and I flushed. He tugged his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbed a condom before discarding his jeans somewhere on thefloor.
Once he had the condom on, I crawled over top of him, moving my wetness against his tip. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Becs,” he murmured reverently. He slipped his hands through my open robe and held me, almost guiding me, as I slowly dropped down on him, taking him to the hilt. I paused, my eyes locking on his as I rocked myhips.
I thought it would hurt, but I was too turned on. I thought he’d be selfish—I only had one lover to compare him to, and he was as selfish as they came—but Travis wasn’t. Everything about this moment feltethereal.
Travis gave me the control, he let me set the pace. He was gentle and thorough, even as we moved frantically against eachother.
With Richie, I never had an orgasm. Often times, he was too lazy for foreplay. I was never ready for him like I’d been ready for Travis, and that was just with one look. The kissing…that had been foreplay initself.
My orgasm came hard and fast, and I’ll never forget the look on Travis’s face when I trembled around him. His brows furrowed and his eyes drank in the sight of my pleasure, the feel of it. He kept moving my hips, driving into me several more times before he found his release. He shuddered, pulsing inside ofme.
His eyes were wide with wonderment, and he was looking at me in a way he never had before. He tenderly brought his hand up to cup my cheek. As his thumb brushed across my swollen lips, I drew in a heavybreath.
Everything about that moment scared me. The look in his eyes, the tenderness of his touch, thefeelingsbeing with him that way had brought up…it was all toomuch.
I moved off him and laid against the mattress, tugging my robe together. I tried not to look at his heavy cock as he removed the condom and tossed it into the waste basket beside thebed.
Travis let out a sigh of contentment and rolled over to face me. His peaceful expression changed when he looked at me. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his brow creasing with concern. His hand came up to cup my face once again and his green eyes peered intently intomine.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I told him. “I’m just…that was…” I trailed off, unable to complete my train of thought. My body was still tremoring with little shocks of pleasure. I never knew that sex could be like that. Had I known, I wouldn’t have ever gone down this path withhim.
It would only lead to my self-destruction.
For some stupid reason, this revelation depressed me. I could feel the tears brimming, but I held them back. I’d wanted this, and Travis had delivered. I tried to control my breathing the way my therapist had instructed.Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.I’d had many therapists over the year to help me deal with my varying levels of trauma, and they all had similar methods of coping with the crippling panic that would hit me at oddmoments.
“I know,” he grinned, buying my excuse. He pulled me to him so that my head rested against his shoulder and my breasts settled against his rib cage. I could feel his heart pounding beneath the palm of my hand. “That was incredible, Becs. You’re sostunning.”
Then he kissed me. His lips were slow and gentle on mine, igniting more embers of desire but working to soothe me at the sametime.
His actions confused me.Noneof this felt like a one-night stand. I’d seen enough movies and read enough books to know that they were supposed to be quick and dirty. Once the deed was done, they’d part ways. No emotion, no conversations. That’s what I’d expected from tonight, and the fact that I wasn’t getting it made me feel completely out ofcontrol.
I broke away from the kiss, tugging my robe back on as I practically jumped out of thebed.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” he chuckled, still gloriouslynaked.
“Thank you for tonight,” I said, my mind made up. “I’d appreciate it if you could keep this between the two of us,” I added as I started to walk toward the bathroom. I wanted to get dressed and go home, where I could fall apart inpeace.
“Wait just a minute,” Travis demanded. He was tugging on his jeans as I froze, my hand on the handle of the bathroom door. “Can’t we just talk aboutthis?”
“It was a one-night stand, Travis,” I saidtiredly.
“I know that,” he argued, his brow furrowed. I couldn’t tell if he was confused or hurt, or both. “But our night’s not over yet, isit?”
“I have to get home,” I told him, crossing my arms as he walked over tome.
“Neither one of us is leaving until we talk about this,” he insisted. Although he was close, he was careful to not invade my space or corner me. He gently took my hands, holding them in his as he looked into my eyes. “I can tell you’re freaked out, and I get it—Iexpectedit Becky. I wasn’t going to come in here, fuck you and leave you, and honestly I’m insulted you thought I was that kind ofperson.”
I gaped at him. I had no response. “I wasn’t counting on youcaring.”
I hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud, but they tumbled from my lips without consent, coaxed out by the devout look in hiseyes.
“Of course I care,” he told me, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe I thought otherwise. “I told you that the other night. I care about you, I always have. Brock is the brother I never had, and youare—“
“Don’t you dare say like a sister,” I scowled, pushing away from him as my eyes narrowed. His lips twitched with a repressedsmile.
“I can honestly say I’ve never looked at you like that,” heconfessed.
