Chapter 20
TRAVIS
She pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her slowly, taking my time, wanting to explore her without any hurry.
I wanted to worship her. I moved my mouth down to her neck, drawing my fingers along the edges of her rib cage.
I moved them slowly to her belt, undoing it.
She sucked in her breath as I slid my hand underneath her open robe, moving my hand from her belly up to her breast and then her neck.
Pulling back, I looked her straight in the eyes.
As I started pushing her toward the backrest, she propped her hands behind her, looking at me hungrily.
I positioned myself so I had easy access to her body and the coffee table.
I grabbed the jar with honey for her tea, an idea coming to me.
I dipped one finger inside it and then smeared honey slowly around her left nipple, then the right one.
"Travis," she murmured.
I clamped my mouth around her nipple, and she jerked her hips forward, dropping her head back.
I liked seeing her already undone like this.
And I was only getting started. I moved to the other nipple, drawing a line with the tip of my tongue along the trail of honey before taking it in my mouth.
It was a hard nub, and I fucking loved that.
But I wanted to do more than taste her skin.
I wanted to taste her pussy. I opened her robe completely and moved my mouth down her torso, then kissed her inner thighs, watching her the entire time.
I rubbed two fingers up and down her entrance.
Fuck, she was wet. I clamped my mouth around her clit, and her thighs trembled as she called my name in a shaky voice.
She came apart in a matter of minutes, jackknifing on the couch, arching her shoulders, and biting down on her lower lip.
"Fuck me. You're so damn sexy, babe, and so wound up. I'm going to make you come hard. Over and over again."
"Is that a promise?" she whispered. Her eyelids were heavy.
"Fuck yes." I kissed her mouth, wanting her sounds, wanting all of her. Dr. Taylor said no penetration this weekend—but I could explore her in plenty of other ways.
Tracing my fingers on her back, I felt her muscles contract.
Her body was still strung tight. I wanted to touch every morsel of skin.
Putting a hand on her back, I slid the other one in the front to her clit.
I kissed her, moving my tongue rhythmically, the way I'd moved my fingers before.
Her body started to shake the second I brushed her clit with my fingertips.
I took in the cues of her body, learning what she responded to and giving her exactly what she liked until she exploded once more.
Her reaction was addictive. Her entire body writhed on the couch.
I held her close as she calmed down, kissing her slowly. When I felt her smile against my mouth, I pulled back.
"What?" I asked.
"It was a great orgasm. And now," she whispered, "I have plans. Take off your clothes."
I liked where this was going. I rose to my feet, discarding every item of clothing.
“Remember what Dr. Taylor told us,” I said.
“How could I forget? I thought my face would catch fire.” She licked her lips. “Travis… I’m clean.”
“So am I,” I said without hesitation.
She clamped her lips around the tip of my erection, grabbing the length of it with her hands.
"Fuck me," I growled.
I dropped my head back, swallowing hard. The feel of her tongue around me was fucking insane. I loved seeing her in control, loved how much she was enjoying my cock.
I watched her while I touched every inch of her I could reach and paid attention to what she liked.
Discovering her sweet spots was addictive.
She liked being touched at the base of her neck, the insides of her elbows.
I took one hand, placing a kiss on her wrist, and she gasped.
Her fucking wrists were a sweet spot. My control was slipping away, and I wanted to make her come again. She was the one who mattered.
I pulled back, settling on the couch between her thighs.
“I wasn’t done,” she murmured.
“I know, babe. But today, it’s all about your pleasure. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I nudged her clit with the tip of my cock. The contact felt insanely good. Penetration was off the table, but I wanted to make her come just like this.
She touched her nipples, which was so damn sexy.
I couldn't look away from her fingers. When her body started shaking, I finally looked at her face.
It was contorted with pleasure. She pushed her chest forward, crying out.
Her breath was ragged, as was mine. I put a hand on her back, sustaining her.
She felt soft in my arms. I kept her like this for a few minutes, and then I hoisted her up in my arms, keeping my hands under her ass.
She put hers around my shoulders, and I carried us to the bathroom.
"Wow, how do you have so much strength? I feel like I'm boneless," she murmured.
"I've got you, babe," I said, lowering her when we reached the shower.
Stepping inside, I turned on the water. I liked to take my showers cool, but I remembered Bonnie liked them scalding hot.
I poured shower gel into my palms, rubbing them before soaping her body. I started with her neck, then moved down her breasts, circling her nipples several times.
She groaned, shaking her hips. "So that's why you put the honey here. Almost like you planned this moment."
"I did. Actually, I wanted to cover you in honey completely."
"So why didn't you?"
"I got carried away, but that doesn't mean I can't do it next time." I winked.
After lathering her up, I washed it away carefully. I couldn't get enough of this woman. I wanted an excuse to touch her all day long.
After turning off the shower, we stepped out, and I put a fresh robe on her, one I kept on the bathroom hook.
"Come on, it's back to bed with you," I said after toweling off.
She snorted. "Oh, now you remember that I'm supposed to be resting."
I grinned, moving closer and putting two fingers on her mouth. "You tempt me all the time."
She sucked in a breath. "All the time?"
"Yes, Bonnie. I don't know what it's like to not want you anymore."
She exhaled sharply.
Taking her hand, I walked her to the bed.
"Want to keep watching Bridgerton?" she asked.
I nodded, jumping in next to her.
Before, the thought of spending a day watching Netflix wasn't appealing in the slightest. But now I couldn't imagine doing anything else other than being here with Bonnie.
Bonnie
Instead of reaching for the remote, I turned onto my belly, hugging a pillow and yawning.
“I change my mind. We can watch later.”
"Are you tired?" Travis asked.
"Not at all," I murmured. "I’m sated, happy. I’d add a bunch of other positive things, but my brain is a bit mushy.”
"How do you want me to spoil you?"
I widened my eyes, suddenly feeling more alert than before.
He laughed. "You look five hundred times more awake than three seconds ago."
"Being spoiled is a great incentive.”
“Do you have any cravings?”
"Not right now, but I’m sure I’ll get some soon."
"And I'm happy to oblige every single one of them. Go wild."
"You like to live dangerously, don't you?" I teased.
"When it comes to you, fuck yes."
"Hmmm… I've always wanted to go on a roller coaster."
His eyes narrowed. "Are you messing with me?"
"No, I always wondered about the thrill of it."
"How about we shelve that for the next seven months?"
I blinked. "You think it could hurt the baby?"
"What about we don't try?"
"I could ask the doctor," I wondered out loud.
"Bonnie." His voice was all but a growl.
I trained my eyes on him again. His gaze was feral, but not in the way it had been during sexy time. This was different. It was his protective instinct coming out to play, and I loved it.
I laughed, turning onto my back. "Okay, I'm shelving that for later, and I'll ask for something simpler today. I'm in the mood for burgers. Before I left Chicago, I once ate one that had a portobello mushroom instead of meat patty. It was delicious."
"Then we’ll have burgers with portobello mushrooms for dinner," he said.
"Really?"
"Babe, if they're somewhere in Chicago, I'll get them for you. And if they're not in Chicago anymore, I’ll still find a way to get it for you. I told you there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, and I meant it."
I knew without a doubt that he meant it. It was humbling and terrifying. Could this be real? Things like this never happened to me.
“Bonnie, move in with me.”
“Ah, so this is the right moment. I’m vulnerable and already swooning. But it’s not a good idea, Travis. You know it’s not. I don’t want to rush into this. What if I give up my apartment and it doesn’t work out?”
His eyes instantly turned hard. “Then keep it.”
“No. I don’t want to get used to it.”
“What? Me?”
“You’re getting upset. Let’s change the subject, okay?”
“No, let’s talk it out.”
“Travis, I don’t think moving in is a good idea. It’s too soon. We just started dating.”
He flashed me a smug smile. “I like the sound of that. Dating. I’ll take one win at a time.”
"I have another request," I said with sass in my voice.
"Do tell."
"My back is a bit sore from all the lying around, and I require a massage. I've got body lotion. It's right there on top of my bag in the pink toiletries container."
"Your wish is my command. It'll be my pleasure."
Getting down from the bed, he reached for the lotion. He sat at the edge of the mattress as he uncapped it, squirting some into his hand. I took off my robe, rolling onto my belly, and he spread it all around my back.
I loved feeling his hands on me—on my shoulders and down my spine, touching the sides of my breasts. It was thoroughly relaxing but also turning me on. My boobs were pressing against the mattress, so he couldn't tell that my nipples had turned hard, begging for his touch.
He moved over on the bed, putting his knees on the outsides of my thighs, straddling me. I felt him hover over me as he trailed his hands back up my spine, his mouth at my ear.
"You're enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?"
Oh, I was such an amateur. How did I ever imagine that he couldn't tell?
“A bit," I murmured. “This feels amazing.”
"You're fucking beautiful. It's my privilege to take care of you, Bonnie. I love doing it."
“I’m absolutely and blissfully happy.” I was smiling big, wondering how this was my life. “So, still on for Bridgerton?”
He squeezed my ass cheek. “Yeah.”
“Can’t wait until you see the second season.”
“Did we finish the first one?”
“No, but the seasons are short, unfortunately. I wonder which one you'll like most."
"Which one is your favorite?"
"Oh, I'm not telling you until after we watch it. Then the fights can begin," I said with a grin as he reached for the remote.
I sighed, smiling into the pillow, remembering what he'd told me before he did all those delicious things to my body. "The way I feel about you has nothing to do with the baby. It's a completely separate thing."
But a small thorn still lingered in my heart. I couldn't help but think he was saying all those things because I was carrying his baby. What if he himself couldn’t even tell that was the reason?