Chapter 17 #2
If they were going to do this, she could hold off him seeing her totally exposed for only a little while.
Eventually, he’d catch glimpses.
Hopefully, later, in a shower where they could experiment with aquatic sex and she could do the whole going down on him thing she really, really wanted to do.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes, sunshine.” The words were commanding and gentle and how he managed them to be both, she had no idea.
She did, however, do as he asked.
He sat back on his heels, looking over her body like he was cataloging all the things that needed changing.
But maybe he wasn’t.
Because the heat was back in his eyes. He looked wrecked. In a good way.
“God, Rach.” His gaze skimmed her once more, from her face to her core. “You have no idea, do you?”
Okay, or maybe not. Maybe it was exactly as she’d expected.
Mortifying. This was mortifying. She started to pull the dress back down. “I know. I know. It’s not—”
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling their descent with the fabric. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Um. What?
“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.
“Beautiful.” The word coming from his final grunt was so many things—a plea and a promise and…everything.
The word was everything.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his earlobe.
“Thank you, Trav.”
They were sweaty and spent as he rolled off her, pausing to press a kiss against her temple before he said, “Condom,” and left the bed.
The bathroom light flickered on and she closed her eyes. Reality began seeping in centimeter by centimeter.
She’d just had amazing sex. With Travis.
Travis.
The faucet turned on and off and…no, they couldn’t stay like this.
The kids were coming home. They’d need her. Then Evelyn might come looking and figure out what they’d done.
Rachel usually kept her phone with her for clients in case they had an emergency.
She should get dressed and go back to work.
That’s what she should have done, but instead she climbed between the sheets, and that small movement took everything she had, because her bones had turned to mush. Sleep pulled at her.
Gah, sleep called. Maybe she could take just a little nap.
Nothing big.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She was pretty sure she was three-quarters of the way to REM when the bed moved, and Travis was there.
“Open your legs,” he said, the words gruff but filled with peace.
She did as he asked because…what else was she supposed to do?
She opened her eyes as his warm-washcloth-covered hand stroked between her legs.
Travis cleaned up his own messes? She stilled but didn’t say anything. Unsure of what to say.
Finally, she settled on, “Thank you.”
He tossed the washcloth off the bed and settled in behind her, holding the spot of the big spoon.
Not taking the time to dress, they were both naked, and she was so tired, and he was so warm, and this was so intimate.
What they’d done was intense and fun and…yeah. But this? This was beyond that.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“How do you know I’m not asleep?” she responded.
“You think really loud.” He snuggled in deeper.
“I’m just wondering why you get to be the big spoon,” she said as the sleep that she’d nearly had before started to pull at her again.
“You’re such a goof,” he murmured against her hair.
“Hey, Trav?” She yawned.
“Umm-hmm?” he murmured against her hair.
“That wasn’t like doing the laundry at all.”
He chuckled, then he kissed the crown of her skull. As she drifted to sleep, he took her hand in his, tethering her to a reality she was pretty sure she didn’t get to keep.