The hard length of his erection weighed heavy against her thigh as his mouth did amazingly fantastic things to her lips. His hands lightly gripping both sides of her head, she moaned as he swept his tongue along her own.
Her skin tingled with the fire of his touch, her legs parting to make room for him, the ache between her thighs growing with each stroke of his tongue. She was ready to climb him like a tree.
What had come over her? She wasn’t really sure, but she nipped at his bottom lip. That seemed to push him further onto the ledge they climbed together, the length of his erection pulsing hot against the inside of her thigh.
They were skin to skin, her nipples pressing against the light smattering of hair on his chest, the friction buildingeverywhere.
She moaned and arched. Needing more.
Barely putting any space between them, he grabbed one of the condoms, ripping open the package and rolling it over the length of his erection.
She spread her thighs intuitively in invitation, pressing her fingers against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her opening, pushing there in an attempt to relieve the pressure.
Travis’s gaze settled on the way her fingers worked for a beat, the length of him stiffening further, before he took the invitation, lying over her, one hand on his erection, the other bracing himself against the mattress as his mouth met hers again.
She gave up all control as he guided himself inside her body, his mouth never leaving hers.
Okay.So. Clearly,he was an exceptional multitasker when he put his mind to it.
Their bodies melded as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, the hair along his legs giving friction as she groaned. She continued making all kinds of noises she was pretty sure she’d never made before.
Clearly, he took the noises as an invitation—as he should,because she couldn’t speak at the moment to issue a formal one.
He started thrusting, taking her there in only four movements. They’d barely begun when her body clenched around his, moans escaping her throat that he caught with more kisses, his own groans more subdued than hers but no less urgent.
The next wave began before the first had fully receded. This time he followed her as she clenched around him once more. He seated himself fully inside her, and his expression was one of concentration. Desire. Lust.
“Beautiful.” The word coming from his final grunt was so many things—a plea and a promise and…everything.
The word was everything.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his earlobe. “Thank you, Trav.”
They were sweaty and spent as he rolled off her, pausing to press a kiss against her temple before he said, “Condom,” and left the bed.
The bathroom light flickered on and she closed her eyes.
Reality began seeping in centimeter by centimeter.
She’d just had amazing sex.
With Travis.
Travis.
The faucet turned on and off and…no, they couldn’t stay like this.
The kids were coming home. They’d need her. Then Evelyn might come looking and figure out what they’d done.
Rachel usually kept her phone with her for clients in case they had an emergency.
She should get dressed and go back to work.
That’s what she should have done, but instead she climbed between the sheets, and that small movement took everything she had,because her bones had turned to mush. Sleep pulled at her.
Gah, sleep called. Maybe she could take just a little nap. Nothing big.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She was pretty sure she was three-quarters of the way to REM when the bed moved,and Travis was there.
