Not like she really had a choice. If they went around announcing what they were doing, she’d get tossed out,and the boys would be confused. “Next time I fall asleep like that, wake me up.”
“No.” He seemed firm on this, which meant she’d never get to fall asleep in the afternoon again.
“While you were asleep, Dad checked in with me. They’re staying in Confluence for dinner, and they’ll be back late. He worried when they couldn’t reach you. I told them you were taking a nap, and I’d let you know when you woke up.” He moved closer to her like a predator and she was his prey. “This is me, letting you know.”
Since his lips were right there and her lips were right there, she kissed him. Hard, long, and with some tongue action.
He pulled away from her mouth, adjusting the bedding so it didn’t cover any of her.
She resisted the urge to cover her stretch marks with her hand.
“For the record, I haven’t worried what my mother thinks about any woman in my bed since I was sixteen,” Travis said, nibbling along her neck.
Rachel stilled. “Sixteen?”
“You’re thinking again, sunshine.” He kissed her, the same way that she’d kissed him. “Don’t dig too deep. That’s where we keep the skeletons.”
She looked up at him and saw the heat of his gaze, felt reassurance in his touch. “What if we mess everything up?”
“You’re giving us too much power.” He rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs.
This felt…this felt natural. Like it was always supposed to be this way. Rachel and Travis.
It made no sense, and in that nonsensical way,it made all the sense in the world.
“I really like you,” she said as he pressed kisses along the column of her throat.
He didn’t stop kissing her, continuing along her collarbone to her shoulder until he said, “Good to know.”
Then it was hands and mouths and so much groping.
He was hard, she was ready, and he took everything she gave.
There wasn’t a lot of preamble this time, the foreplay made up only of his touches and her groans. He got undressed, donned a condom lickety-split, spread her thighs, and drove home.
She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him ride her. She panted, he moaned, the world blurred.
This was new.
This time he didn’t make eye contact. He shoved his face into her neck and made feral sounds rivaling her own.
This was…this was something different than before. The feelings coiling inside her were just as arousing, but this time they weren’t foggy. It seemed like she’d put her glasses on and the world had refocused.
He gripped her hips, pressing into her with the hard length of him and, suddenly, she realized what this was.
This was his claiming of her body. Making it his. Owning her.
She’d never given her body over like this before.
“Trav,” she said on a gasp.
He didn’t stop. His name on her lips seemed to spur him further, push him more. With each thrust,she unraveled a little until she became genuinely worried there wouldn’t be anything left when it ended.
Except, as he thrust harder, he lifted his gaze so it held hers, and in that moment he was someone she’d never known. This man she was with was making a point that she was pretty sure neither of them understood.
Everything inside her tightened to the point that it was ready to unleash. She pressed her lips together to cover the sounds she was pretty sure were coming from her.
The release took over. She bit into his shoulder to stop herself from crying out. As soon as her muscles clenched around the solid length pressed inside her, he followed. The thrusting slowed. His breaths came jagged, but more evenly spaced.
