Travis accepts
He crushes his lips against mine while pulling my hands from around his neck. One of his hands tightens on my hip while the other binds my two wrists over my head. Pushing his body into mine, he forces my knees to widen to make room for his hips.
My dress rides up past my hips, exposing the lace panties I have on underneath.
Every touch, every caress, every brush of his breath against my skin reminds me of how long it’s been since I’ve been touched like this.
Even before Hudson and I broke up, we hadn’t been with one another for weeks.
Travis catches my bottom lip with his teeth.
He tugs before pressing his lips against mine. With this move, he takes possession of my body.
That’s the only way I can describe it.
My leg rises, wrapping around his jean-clad ass. Travis loosens his grip on my wrists, stoops low, and uses his hands to spread my thighs around his waist.
My breath catches when he lifts me from my feet, giving himself space between my thighs and firmly anchoring me against the window.
He intertwines his fingers with mine and raises our arms above our head, never breaking the connection of our mouths.
When I sever our kiss for much needed air, Travis uses the opportunity to trail those magical lips lower, kissing and biting the flesh of my neck as he goes.
A moan passes my lips when he bumps his hips against my pelvis. The bulge in his jeans is unmistakable.
“You taste like heaven,” he says against the shell of my ear. “Does every part of you taste as good?” Now his lips brush against mine as he asks me this.
He’s a talker.
My body shivers.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” I suggest, panting.
That beautifully bowed top lip leads the charge as his mouth contorts into a smirk. The seam of my panties doesn’t stand a chance against the torrent of moisture that pools there.
“Don’t move your hands,” he warns a second before releasing my wrists and yanking my knees farther apart.
Travis isn’t particularly broad or buff, but the man has instincts like a jaguar and is strong as a damn gladiator.
But that mouth?
His mouth is full of secrets that he obviously wants to share with me.
Or share with my pussy.
Because as soon as he puts his lips against my core, a moan of “Oh, God,” rips from my throat.
Yet, the barrier of my panties remains.
Not for long, though.
Travis hikes my dress up to my mid-section before using one finger to slide the seam of my panties to the side.
“Shit,” I grunt and moan at the same time from the way he runs his tongue over my aching clit.
We may have met only a couple of hours ago, but when he presses his entire mouth against my pussy and proceeds to do his best to slay me, I get the feeling that Travis isn’t the type to do anything half-assed.
My fingers curl in on themselves until my hands tighten into fists. My back arches away from the window, and I dig one of my heels into Travis’ back.
