If they were going to dothis, she could hold off him seeing her totally exposed for only a little while.
Eventually, he’d catch glimpses.
Hopefully, later,in a shower where they could experiment with aquatic sex and she could do the whole going down on him thing she really, really wanted to do.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes, sunshine.” The words were commanding and gentle and how he managed them to be both, she had no idea.
She did, however, do as he asked.
He sat back on his heels, looking over her body like he was cataloging all the things that needed changing.
But maybe he wasn’t.
Because the heat was back in his eyes. He looked wrecked. In a good way.
“God, Rach.” His gaze skimmed her once more, from her face to her core. “You have no idea, do you?”
Okay, or maybe not. Maybe it was exactly as she’d expected.
Mortifying. This was mortifying. She started to pull the dress back down. “I know. I know. It’s not—”
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling their descent with the fabric. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Um. What?
“No idea at all.” He said this, but not to her. He seemed to be speaking to himself. “Fucking stunning and no idea.”
“Trav?” She rose to her elbows, which wasn’t super comfortable given the way he straddled her at the knees.
Her use of his name seemed to jerk him back to the present.
“No idea what?” she asked softly. “What don’t I know?”
He ruffled a hand through the thick black ink of his hair. “That nearly every man in every room—even some of the women—are looking at you. Wanting you just like I’ve got you. Wishing they could taste you. Make you moan like that.”
Her throat clogged. Well, she hadn’t expected that.
There was only a beat before he made some kind of decision, and he nodded along with it.
He unbuckled his pants and quickly removed them.
“Dress comes off,” he said as he removed his boxer shorts next. “Bra, too.”
Not that she noticed, but, okay, she totally noticed the little dabble of pre-cum on the front of them. Given the way the length of him stood straight, he was as worked up as she was.
She pulled the dress over her head—not near as smoothly as he’d done with the spandex, but she didn’t fall off the bed while she did it. She was totally claiming that as a win.
There.
They were both out of breath, turned on,and naked. She wasn’t even freaking out because…holy crap on a croissant,Travis was a sight to behold.
He. Worked.Out.
His gaze melded with hers and he climbed on the bed, pressed up over her,and kissed the hell out of her mouth.
Travis could seriously earn a gold medal in the kissing Olympics.
