Thankfully, Travis knew exactly what he wanted. Wrapping an arm around her, he led them to a ledge where he could stand about waist deep in the water. Lifting her, he sat her on a rock, positioning her perfectly for their faces to line up.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered before connecting their mouths again, his tongue learning the contours of her mouth, discovering new secrets.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except feel the sensations rushing through her body as his hands rubbed down her back and he pressed her breasts against his muscled chest, the sprinkling of hair stimulating her already hardened nipples.
“I want you, Travis,” she gasped when his mouth began trailing kisses down her neck and he tasted the tender skin where her pulse was hammering.
“Ah, baby, I can’t even describe how badly I need you.” He moved his mouth to the tops of her breasts, and then licked her nipples, making her arch against him.
When he sucked her peaks into his mouth, she cried out, her body pulsing with the need to be filled. As if reading her mind, he pressed closer to her, bringing her hips forward so she could feel his arousal against her hot core.
“Please, Travis, now,” she begged.
“Soon.” He kneeled down, now only his shoulders and head sticking above the rolling water. He lifted her bottom, then held her hips up and hooked her legs onto his shoulders. Her back resting on the rock, Taylor braced her hands on the rocks beneath her, the water lapping. She shuddered with pleasure when Travis’s mouth began to work magic on her core, his tongue stroking her aching flesh and leading her body closer and closer to an explosion.
Her head thrashed from side to side above the water as he sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and sent her spiraling out of control.
His tongue swept along the pulsing flesh as her body continued to vibrate with the power of her release, and her cries echoed off the trees surrounding them. When the last of her tremors stopped, Travis moved back, released her legs, and sat her back on the rock, his arousal now resting against her heat.
“You look radiant,” he said, his eyes filled with awe.
She could barely breathe because of the emotions rushing through her. This man was everything she could ever hope for and so much more. It was too late to turn back from this particular adventure—he owned her heart and soul.
“I want you, Travis. I’m all yours,” she murmured, and his lips caressed hers.
Then, slowly, inch by beautiful inch, he slid inside her until they were flush, her body full, her heart even more so.
“Ohh, Taylor . . .” he sighed, his face expressing pure passion.
And then he began moving in and out, and neither of them could speak. The pleasure built again, even higher this time, and when he released inside her, she let go and gave herself to him again.
When they caught their breath, Travis cradled her to his chest, carried her to the soft moss, and began making love to her all over again. They didn’t head back to the cabin until the sun began sinking in the sky.
For the next several days, the cabin might as well have had a constant Do Not Disturb sign on its front door.
Taylor was a nervous wreck on the ride into town. She twisted her fingers in her lap and stared at the road, thankful Travis was the one doing the driving. Today she’d find out if she was cleared to go back to the racing circuit.
Yes, she’d been in a fantasy world with Travis for the last month, but that didn’t mean the real world couldn’t come crashing back around them. It just meant that she’d had a long time-out. What would she do if the doctor told her that her career was finished?
Sure, she and Travis had spoken about this, talked about other options, but in reality she was too set in her ways to consider anything else, even if some of the ideas actually appealed to her.
She loved the chaos of the racing circuit, the hours she trained on various tracks. She loved the freedom of riding every day. It had been four months since she’d been on a bike, and sometimes she felt like she was going insane.
“You’ll be okay, Taylor.”
She jumped at the sound of Travis’s voice. Then she turned her head in time to see him glancing her way before he returned his attention to the road. He reached out a hand and took one of hers, preventing her from wringing her fingers anymore.
“I know,” she said, but her voice belied her words. She didn’t actually know anything.
The one-hour drive seemed to take ten, but finally they were in the small town of Sterling, the town she’d grown up in, the town she’d been determined to leave from the time she hit her teenage years.
It was a ranching community, with little to do for teenagers except for cow tipping or maybe having a tractor pull. There weren’t any malls there, or even a single movie theater. People either loved the town or hated it. Sure, she had some good memories from living in Sterling, but she’d also made good memories elsewhere.
What if she were destined to return here, destined to be nothing but a farmer? No. That was a terrible thought. Her parents had a beautiful ranch that had brought them great money and provided her with a good life. There was nothing wrong with the career they’d chosen.
But it just wasn’t for her. That didn’t make her an awful person, or at least she hoped it didn’t. Right now she wasn’t sure of anything.
When Travis came around the truck and opened her door, she was on the verge of tears. How frustrating—she’d sat there long enough for him to open her door. She couldn’t even open her own dang door. That showed how upset she was. It showed even more when she allowed him to help her down from the truck and when she let him pull her into his arms.