He pulled my hand, leading me toward the street. “I can’t, the bachelorette party!” I shouted, coming to a stop. I tried to tug my hand free from his. I couldn’t leave the girls, even though I really wanted to.CouldI?
I was tipsy enough that the alcohol in my system eased my massive fears of letting him in, and I knew that was dangerous. When I woke up in the morning, I’d undoubtedly regret being sounbound.
But what if I didn’t regret it?Katie’s words from earlier taunted me, spurring my desire to close my eyes andjump.
“We’ll come right back,” he said urgently, turning toward me and pulling me against his chest. He released his hold on my hand, his hands drifting to grip my hips. He lifted me against him, pressing his erection against my core. My thong was embarrassingly damp, my need for him a rush of heat I knew he could feel, and still I was undecided. He closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a ragged breath. “Or I’ll just start kissing you in the middle of this dance floor, and that will only lead to a very inappropriate display of publicindecency.”
Astonished, I blinked up at him. His eyes were open and fixed on mine, the ravenous look in them made me ache with desire. I believed without a doubt that he meant each word. I allowed him to take my hand and lead meoutside.
There was a black Hummer limo with dark tinted windows and a man leaning against it. “Give me the keys and have a walk to the pizza shop down the street,Rob.”
The bodyguard wordlessly tossed the keys to Travis and obeyed him without looking back. He hit the unlock button on the remote and opened the door, pulling me in after him. He closed the door behind us, locking the entire thing with the remote before he set it aside. His eyes remained on me the whole time; his expression full of intent andpromise.
I moved to the seat across from him, tugging at the hem of my dress as I tried to ignore the desire coursing through myveins.
He moved closer, placing his arms on either side of my thighs. The way his eyes racked over my body was stimulating in a way that was almostpoetic.
Tugging his shirt over his head, I ran my hands along the ridges of his abs. I was swollen with desire, and I knew it wouldn’t take much. The intense way we’d danced together had sparked an insatiable fire within me, and the fervent way he looked at me had me shivering withneed.
We came together, our lips meeting frantically. His tongue brushed across my bottom lip, tasting me. “You taste likepeaches,” he said, soundingtortured.
His thumb brushed across my swollen bottom lip. The gesture was so gentle, so reverent, it stole the breath from mylungs.
But then, the mood shifted, becoming heavy with desire. His hand tangled in my hair, and he used it to guide my lips to his. My hands worked on unbuckling his jeans. Travis stopped kissing me, grinning against my lips as he shifted to helpme.
He shimmied out of his jeans like he’d done so a million times before. My stomach lurched when the intensity of just how much that thought stung. I was certain this wasn’t Travis’s first time in the back of a limo, although it wasmine.
I stumbled over that thought, wondering how I was supposed to complete with all the beautiful women he’d encountered, and all the beautiful women he would encounter in thefuture.
But then I couldn’t breathe, all of my negative thoughts and insecurities flushing out of my system as Travis’s lips danced with mine. He pulled me on top of him, unzipping my dress. He tugged the material down, freeing my breasts. I moved against him, and he moaned as the tip of his thickened cock stroked against my centre. I sank down on him without thinking. Both of us stilled except for him pulsing inside of me and my walls squeezing him in response. I shifted a bit, and Travis exhaledsharply.
“We need a condom,” I bit my lip, the feel of him skin to skin with me so was so erotic. I never wanted it to end. It felt as if my eyes were truly rolling into the back of my skull. I didn’t move. Icouldn’t.
“I’m clean,” Travis assured me, his eyes searching mine. “Are you on thepill?”
I nodded, biting my lip enough to almost puncture the skin. The responsible Becky insisted I hop off and dig for a condom, or halt the sexy-times…but the reckless Becky wanted to keep going, and she hadn’t been out to play in a longwhile.
And I believed him, because his eyes were so open and raw, and I knew he really wouldn’t put me at risk. He’d proven that time and time again. Not so much with his words, but his actions. It was in all of the things he didn’tsay.
So I started to move my hips, riding him slowly. His head fell back against the seat, and he moaned. A moment later, he cupped my breasts in his hands and brought his lips to them, taking each of my nipples in turn into his hot mouth. He flicked at the swollen peaks as I rode him fast andhard.
I felt my orgasm rushing over me in waves. My body pulsed around him, and Travis took control, guiding my hips with his hands. His brow scrunched up, and he stared up at me like he was seeing a glimpse of heaven. His fingers pressed into my hips as he thrust into me as far as he could and roared out hisrelease.
Hearts pounding, we collapsed against each other. My head landed on his shoulder, and he brought his hand up to stroke the flesh on my thighs. I trembled, drawing in a shaky breath. I felt as if I’d fallen to earth from thestars.
He leaned forward with me to grab a towel and a bottle of water from the bar. He poured some water on the towel and used it to clean the evidence of our joining from between my legs. My eyes closed, tears threatening to spill at his tender touch. I breathed through it, collecting the broken pieces of my heart together, and opened myeyes.
“They’re probably looking for me,” I said, climbing off of him, feeling shame-faced. This night was supposed to be about the girls—about Tessa, and I’d snuck off for aquickie.
“I’ll help you find them,” Travis offered, grinning at me as he pulled up his jeans. The action reminded me of my earlier thought, about how many times he’d hooked up in the back of a limo. I feltsick.
I had no right to feel sick. Travis had only done what I’d told him to do—live his life the way he always; had an unattached bachelor roaming from one corner of the world toanother.
“It’s okay.” I avoided his eyes as I adjusted my dress and attempted to zip it up. Travis’s hands took over, effortlessly tugging itup.
I wished it was easy to let go of all of my fears and fall completely into him. Instead, I held myself back, retreating the moment I let himin.
Travis seemed to know where my thoughts had gone. He cupped my cheek with his hand, gently guiding my eyes to his. “You’re beautiful. Did you knowthat?”
