Chapter 15 #2
I smile at him, then down at Amber. “We’re a family now, the way it should have always been.”
A car rolls down the driveway, and Travis lifts Amber into his arms and walks down.
My heart has never felt so full of joy.
Travis says his goodbyes and before I know it, he’s behind me in the kitchen, arms coiling around my waist, his breath hot and urgent at my ear.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmurs.
I turn and press my hands to his forearms, feeling the pounding of his pulse. “You remember what you said the first time I asked if you loved me?”
He dips his head, teeth grazing my skin. “I love you to the stars,” he whispers, voice rough. “You are my better half, Mischief.”
Heat blooms in my chest. “You remember.”
He trails a fingertip down my spine. “I remember every damn thing—the bright wonder in your eyes, the wildness of your laugh, the way your face lit up when we were together. You were my shadow, Mischief, my constant light.”
“Trav?” I murmur.
“Hmm?”
“When did you first realize you were in love with me?”
He tilts his head, lips brushing the sensitive hollow of my throat. I feel the brief shiver that races through me.
“I loved you as a kid, I loved you as a girl,” he breathes, tongue flicking over my pulse, “but not like this.” He pauses, as if tasting the memory. “The night I kissed you, that moment you melted into me, I saw you. You became everything. I knew I’d die for you, and I knew I would never let go.”
A soft groan escapes me as he kisses me farther down, his mouth leaving a scorching trail across my collarbone.
“You are my everything,” he rasps.
His lips brush lower, sucking into the hollow of my ribs.
“My sunshine,” he whispers against the skin that quivers beneath him.
He moves again, fingertips grazing the curve of my hip, pressing me back against the counter until I arch into him.
“My darkness,” he murmurs, nipping a delicate line just above my bikini line.
One hand grips my shirt and whips it overhead; the other tugs my shorts to my knees. He spreads my legs wide, and I catch my breath as his mouth descends, closing over the flesh just above my pubic bone.
“My rain,” he groans, sliding his hot mouth a little lower. “My happy ending.”
His fingers find the slick heat between my thighs; I whimper, my head falling back as he slowly sinks a finger inside me. The world narrows to the exquisite burn of his touch. Then he lowers his lips to my clit, tongue swirling in maddening circles.
“Trav...” I moan, every nerve alight.
“Everything,” he hums against me, voice husky. “Every fucking thing—you are my world.”
I thrust upward, desperate, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. He responds with a growl, licking and sucking until a shockwave of pleasure rips through me—white-hot, blinding—and I shatter around him, world tilting.
I come down from that high trembling, and his hands lift me onto the counter, legs still spread wide for him. He pulls me close, hips pressing against mine before he slides into me slow and deep. My back arches, nails in his forearms as he fucks me, slow and steady, right there on the counter.
“Oh God, Trav...” I gasp, voice raw.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“I need more, more, Trav...”
He answers by pulling out and pounding back in, hard enough to rattle the plates in the cabinet. I latch onto his neck, moans tangling with his guttural sounds. The heat radiating from his body, the slick friction, every sense is alive.
“Come...come for me,” he rasps, voice ragged with need.
I’m trembling, undone, my second climax roaring through me as he drives into me one last time, deep and relentless, until he groans my name and releases inside me.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breaths.
He pulls out and slides back in once more, still hard, still searching.
I open my eyes to catch his, so dark with love and hunger that my heart thrums against my chest.
“Do you know what I’d do for you?” he murmurs, chest rising and falling, still dragging his cock in and out, slowly.
“I know,” I whimper.
He fucks me again.
Slower this time.
He sighs, settling into me with a gentleness that makes my heart ache.
His hands cradle my face; his back ripples with satisfaction as he moves slow and perfect.
I stroke the damp strands of hair from his forehead and meet his gaze, feeling as if the universe has narrowed to this moment—his lips on my throat, his body fused to mine.
We have just come down from the second round of bliss when his phone lets off a string of text message alerts. He pulls away reluctantly, eyes narrowing as he checks the screen.
“Janice,” he growls under his breath.
I frown. “What is it?”
“She says her boyfriend’s back,” he mutters, throwing on jeans and a shirt.
“Call the police,” I say urgently.
He shakes his head. “I’ll handle it.”
“Travis, this isn’t for you to handle, can’t you see that?” I say.
He pauses in the hallway, shoulders tense. I force myself to meet his gaze. “I am helping someone in need.”
“But it doesn’t feel right, something just doesn’t feel good about this. Please, just call the police.”
“I can’t. I have to go.”
“Do your words mean anything?” I call, hurt.
He stares at me one more time, hurt flickering in his gaze. “They mean everything, Mischief. If you don’t know that by now, we’re wasting our time.”
He steps out and closes the door, leaving me trembling in the hush of the apartment—his love lingering on my skin, and the ache of his absence heavy in the air.