It’s not the soft, chaste kiss you see in the movies.
Nooo.
It’s hungry.
Urgent.
All in.
I take his mouth like an asteroid is barreling our way. This kiss is all reckless tongue and the faint clink of teeth. Desperate to learn every inch of him like I might never get another chance.
God, I already know I’ll feel the scrape of his stubble for days.
And when he finally caves, when the dam breaks and he stops holding back, I can’t breathe.
His hands cradle my face, and he takes full control. So, so good.
A dizzying wave of desire that has me weak in the knees.
I’ve been kissed plenty of times. Occupational hazard.
But this?
This feels like I’ve never been kissed before in my life.
Is that a thing?
A revirginized tongue?
By the time it ends, I’m lightheaded and unsteady, gasping for air. My hands fist in his flannel, feeling the solid muscle underneath.
When he’s sure I’m steady on my newborn giraffe legs, he pulls back.
Then frowns.
“Take care of her, Travis.”
And just like that, his expression cools. The blazing heat in his eyes snuffed out, like a wildfire drowned in ice.
And then he’s gone.
My big, burly lumberjack disappears into the terminal without a single glance back.
CHAPTER 10
Ava
“Ready, miss?”
The driver, Travis, clears his throat and gestures toward the car.
Probably because I’m still standing here like a pathetic rom-com extra, half-expecting my lumberjack to come striding back. Full arrogance. Delicious dominance. That maddeningly steady gaze.
To… I don’t know.
Ask me out.
Ask my name.
