“You probably don’t want to.” She lifted on her toes to kiss him again. Then they were moving, mouths still melding. Somehow, they were moving without having to break the seal of the kissing.
And they were kissing. So, so much kissing.
The gentle quality moved to a hectic need that discombobulated her and made the place between her thighs ache for more.
Travis was an excellent kisser and apparently, he knew what he was doing, because suddenly they were at her bedroom door.
Specifically, her back was against the door as they both breathed heavily into the shared air. He held her hands over her head and took her mouth like he owned it. Oh boy, did he own it.
Her whole body was wired, every inch of her, sensitive and pulsing. Wet heat pooled between her legs as Travis’s erection pressed against her stomach.
He tore his mouth from hers, still holding her hands above her head, which was good, because without his grasp there she probably would’ve dissolved into a puddle on the carpet and later she’d have to clean it up and that would be a whole thing.
“Can I come inside?” he asked, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Inside?” Somewhere in the recesses of her brain she understood his question.
Sex. He wanted to have sex with her. Or do sexy things with her.
Oh, yes, yes, please, her body practically begged. Let’s do this.
Her mind, however, was starting to come back online after the brief lust-induced logic hiatus.
She pulled her arms free from his, crossing them at her belly.
He could come in. They could make out a little and talk. During this talk she could explain all the reasons he didn’t want to have sex with her, starting with stretch marks and ending with poor choices in the bedroom that could wreck her relationship with the only family her boys had left.
Then he could make an informed decision about his future choice when it came to her.
“What just happened?” he asked. “Where are you right now, Rach?”
Still in her space, he was full charm and full frontal and full…everything.
“I’m right here,” she said, because she was.
That’s not what he meant, though, and she knew it. She rubbed her eyes, probably smearing her eye makeup to hell and back.
“No, you’re not. What’s going on in your head?” He moved his hands to her shoulders, sliding them to the base of her neck and tilting her head back so their gazes met again. His thumbs against her jaw rubbed small, light circles there, igniting sparks she was pretty sure they should stomp out.
What was going on in her head? That maybe in a different time, in a different life, they could’ve fallen into bed together and had amazing sex without any consequences at all. But this was now, and this was her life, and she had responsibilities, and no number of Travis’s kisses was going to change that.
“Inside is good,” she said.
That got her a magical Travis smile. “Okay, then.”
“Okay,” she said, the word coming from her mouth sounding much more uncertain than his version.
With the hand behind her back, she turned the knob and pushed open the door. She took three steps in. Paused. Looked over her shoulder. Took three deep breaths.
Travis studied her the whole time, like she was one of the puppies and he thought she might bolt. Finally, he pressed the solid wood of the door closed, holding the handle so it wouldn’t make a sound as it latched, which was silly, since they were the only two people in the house.
Except maybe the housekeeper or the chef. Evelyn had a chef come in and fix dinner every night. Rachel hadn’t made it to the kitchen recently, so she couldn’t really say if the chef had arrived yet or not. Then Travis locked the door.
He locked it because she had children who might come home early and search for her.
Children who could not find her in a clinch with their uncle because then she’d have so much explaining to do. And she was definitely going to be making out with their uncle.
The thick curtains were closed in the bedroom, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the middle where they came together.
