“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 blond waves 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.
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 building everywhere.
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.
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.
