He relaxed immediately. Breathing around Rachel just came easier. Having her against him like this made him feel like he hadn’t been breathing and never even realized it. Then suddenly she was there, and the world was full of oxygen.
“The hair thing. I like it up.” He shuffled his hands through the strands, piling it on the crown of her skull like she’d had it with the band.
The kiss he pressed to her mouth didn’t go as planned when she frowned against his lips.
He didn’t like it when she frowned in bed. Didn’t particularly care for it when he frowned in bed, either.
“Okay.” She turned from him and reached mechanically across the mattress toward the nightstand until her fingertips grazed the hair tie. “I can put it back in.”
He caught her, pulling her back in to him so the front of her meshed with the front of him. “I like it down, too.”
That got him a smile and a press of her lips against his. “Oh.”
“I like it both ways. You don’t have to change it when I’m around.” His lips were barely away from hers, sharing the same air, firing all his senses, making him want to sink himself in all that she was and escape.
Unfortunately, it was the middle of the day and she had work, and he had a call with distribution, and if they weren’t careful, someone would come knocking at the door.
“Wanna make out?” he asked instead of what he really wanted to do.
“The kids with Dane?” she asked but didn’t wait for his response before running her hands up the edge of the bottom of his tee. Her palms against his abs lit a trail of fire along his skin that was all Rachel.
“Yeah.” He brushed the tip of his nose against hers. “We’re alone.”
“Then by all means, yes. Making out is good. Add some groping too, if you want.” The last word barely passed her lips before he rolled her to her back and reached up her top, under her bra, to toy with her nipples as his mouth melded with hers.
He broke the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the chair beside the bed.
“Good call, fewer clothes.” Rachel laughed against his mouth as she rolled him to his back, straddling him.
There was no doubt about it, he was falling tart over toaster for Rachel.
“Rach.” Travis held her face as she continued to kiss the hell out of him.
The things this girl did with her mouth couldn’t possibly be legal. Her T-shirt stretched across her breasts, her nipples pebbled into tight buds, he was hard, and she was riding him over his jeans. This was so much more than a make-out session.
“We aren’t good at the just-kissing thing, are we?” she asked.
He chuckled. “It’s probably a good thing to know.”
“Tonight, I expect you to follow through with the promises your body is making to me right now.” She laughed as their mouths melded and the center of her heat rubbed against his length. She groaned as he pressed his hips up and into the warmth between her thighs.
The barrier of their clothing barely registered, and the moan that filled the space between them could’ve been either of theirs. He had no idea if it was him who was making the noises. It didn’t really matter. What did matter was that he was going to end up finishing in his pants, and wouldn’t that just be embarrassing?
“Mom,” Kellan called from the hallway, the pounding of his footsteps getting closer to her door. “Brady took Mr. Pretzel and won’t give him back.”
Once, Travis had taken the twins to the water park and there was this huge bucket of cold water that would drench anyone standing in the wrong spot. That’s exactly how his body reacted right then. Like fifty gallons of cold water had been tossed over them on the bed.
Travis was a little worried that Rachel might pass out, because suddenly she was holding her breath, not moving, and her eyes had gone wide.
Rachel scrambled off the top of him, her eyes still huge, round orbs. She threw his shirt at him.
“You locked it, right?” Even as she asked, she headed toward the thick wood as he dealt with his own thick wood. He rearranged his pants and grappled with his T-shirt.
“I locked it,” he assured.
Yes, he had. He distinctly remembered pressing the lock.
Rachel’s mouth had the appearance of a thoroughly kissed woman, her lipstick smeared over her lips and up onto her cheek. “You run to the bathroom, wait there. I’ll open the door once you’re?—”
