Her palm met his cheek, tracing the light stubble there. Everything in her turned on like she’d been in a holding pattern her entire life and had just been given clearance to land.
He moved to her, and she moved to him, and then their lips melded. Neither of them closed their eyes as their mouths met.
He moaned and deepened the kiss.
She, uh, may have also moaned.
Also, good news, Travis was not a bad kisser. He was agreatkisser. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, using it like a professional to coax her lips open and get her tongue into the game.
He could open a kissing booth if he wanted to make his fortune. He was that good.
There were more sounds coming from them both,but she wasn’t really paying attention to anything but the feel of them together. She wanted more of him. Wanted more of this—the heat, the sizzle, and the ache between her legs.
She moved to straddle him in order to get better purchase on his mouth.
It was a bold move, sure, but it also seemed extremely necessary because the core of her need was begging for contact.
The softness that was her rocked against the hardness of him,and she nearly came on the spot as they appreciated the hell out of each other.
Mouths and hands and bodies. Travis’s hard length pressed against his fly.
“Rach,” he said against her mouth. “God.”
Gah. She was going to come.
He was gripping the back of her head with one hand and he had a handful of her ass with the other. When the kiss had begun,it was mutual. When she straddled him, she’d been the one in charge. But there was no doubt now that it was Travis calling the shots. He trailed his hand to her thigh, shifting, so he was laying her on the sofa, and he was on top.
She spread her legs. He wasted no time nestling into the cradle of her thighs. His erection pressed against her wet center and this was, quite possibly, the best first kiss she’d ever had in her life.
“So you both know these doors have locks on them, right?” Dave asked from somewhere across the room.
Rachel jerked away from Travis, pressing her sleeve to her mouth. Travis, for what it was worth, didn’t look embarrassed.
No, the way he was pinching his lips and working his jaw…he was pissed.
Pissed and still turned on, judging by the twitch of his erection against her flannel pajamas.
“They’re nifty, you just push the button. Then no one can come in.” Dave was giving an illustration on how to lock and unlock the door, seemingly nonplussed by the way the bottom had just dropped out of Rachel’s world. Though the drop was not because of Dave’s interruption.
Rachel stared into Travis’s eyes, questioning what had come over her. Over them.
No, it was thanks to Travis and his ability to kiss the responsibility right out of her.
Chapter Fourteen
“We don’t use mommy words, they’ll get you in trouble.” — Courtney, North Carolina, USA
Travis
Despite her enchanting qualities, Rachel was not a witch. Of this, Travis was pretty certain. But the speed with which she removed her mouth from his was truly stunning.
Rachel had tasted like the sunshine promise he’d been sure she’d just made. Mouths opened, tongues met, his arms went to her back, wrapping around her so they were a tight unit.
His erection had really been hoping to get in the game, especially when she shifted so she really was sitting in his lap with her legs straddling him.
Dave fucked it all up.
Travis counted to four in his head. Then, careful not to shift all his weight onto Rachel, he moved from her.
