“Oh,” he said, sliding his hand from the base of her neck all the way down her spine to the curve of her bottom. Rubbing, stroking, he leaned in and kissed her, then smoothed the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip before easing back to meet her gaze again. “I really think we do.”
“Okay then,” she whispered, moving against him, letting him feel that she was as electrified as he. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. “Let’s…negotiate.”
“Right.” He kissed her, slid the straps of her dress down and freed her br**sts to his hungry gaze. Cold sea air touched her skin and Julie shivered, but it had nothing to do with the temperature. Every cell in her body was eagerly awaiting what came next.
When he cupped her br**sts in his palms and bent to take her nipple into his mouth, he murmured, “Here’s my first offer….”
Julie hissed in air through gritted teeth, and held on to Travis’s shoulders as if without that stability she might just slide off the face of the earth. But she would die happy if he only kept his mouth right where it was.
As soon as that thought arrived though, he stopped, lifted his head and said, “Inside. Let’s take this inside.”
“What? What?”
He glanced around as if just remembering where they were. “You never know just how sneaky photographers can get and I’d rather not see us on the front page, if you know what I mean.”
Her eyes went wide as she covered her bare br**sts with her arms and scuttled back into the hotel suite. Back against the wall, she waited while Travis closed the French doors and then swept the sheers shut with a yank on the cord.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, gaze locked on him. “Do you really think someone was out there…watching us? Taking pictures?”
He shrugged, but his eyes were cold and dark, belying his easy dismissal of the notion. “You never know.”
“That’s just—” She blew out a breath and tried to struggle back into her dress as if covering her br**sts now could somehow erase their earlier exposure.
“Pointless to worry about,” Travis told her gently. “My fault, I should have been more careful.” He stroked his hand along her shoulder, stopping her from dragging the dress straps back up. “But you tasted so good. You smell so wonderful. Look so…”
Julie’s body fired up again as if there hadn’t been an interruption. She leaned back into the wall as Travis bent his head, taking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. Sliding his tongue across the sensitive tip, suckling, nibbling. He tormented her with tenderness. Conquered her defenses with gentle deliberation. And when she was gasping for air and wobbling in place, he stood up, took her mouth with his and sent her flying again.
His tongue tangled with hers and everything within her went hot and wild. Her core became a molten ache, desperate to have him inside. Her h*ps twisted against his, and his erection pressed tight and hard to her body, letting her know that he was as hungry, as frenzied as she.
How was this possible, she wondered frantically. How could she feel so much for a man she’d known her whole life? How was there this much passion in someone she’d considered a friend? How could she slip so totally into complete abandon at his touch?
Then she stopped thinking. Stopped wondering. Instead, she surrendered to the magic rising up between them.
He wrapped a hand around the base of her neck and tipped her head to one side. He nibbled his way down the length of her throat, and then slid back up, leaving a trail of damp heat behind him as he kissed and licked her skin. She was struggling for air, but not really concerned. Who needed to breathe when there was all of this to feel?
But she wanted more. Needed more. Needed to feel his skin beneath her hands. Needed to touch as she was touched. Feel as she was felt.
Sliding her hands up his chest, she tore at the buttons on his dress shirt until she’d freed them all, sending several of them pinging to the floor. Then she was touching his hard, muscled skin, feeling the soft curl of dark brown hair beneath her fingers and dragging her nails across his flat ni**les.
He growled in her ear and took her mouth harder, deeper. Their breaths mingled, their tongues played out a dance their bodies hungered for.
“I want you. Now.” His voice was harsh, strained as if it were all he could do to squeeze out those few words. Then Travis reached down, lifted the skirt of her dress and ripped her tiny lace panties from her body.
Julie inhaled sharply and then groaned as he cupped her aching core. Sliding first one, then two fingers into her depths, he pushed her so high, so fast, her head spun. As his fingers delved inside her, his tongue continued to twist with hers in a frantic dance of need and passion.
Her body coiled tight as he rubbed one sensitive spot over and over and Julie’s legs trembled violently as she tried desperately to keep her balance while giving herself over to the incredible sensations shooting through her. Again and again, he stroked her, pushing her as if he couldn’t wait to feel her cl**ax.
But she fought the feeling, wanting to draw this out as long as she could. Incredible, the way he made her feel. Overwhelming, the way she wanted him, needed him. She’d never known anything even remotely like this before and she wanted more of it. Her hands dropped to his waist and her fingers fumbled with his belt, then the snap and zipper of his slacks.
He broke their kiss as she wrapped her hand around him. His eyes briefly slid shut and he ground out one word. Her name. “Julie…”
“I want you to feel what I feel,” she whispered, opening her eyes and looking into his. Raw passion and desire shone out at her and she knew he must be seeing the same things reflected back at him. She was on fire for him, her body burning inside and out. As if a fever were raging through her system.
She stroked him, her fingertips sliding up and down his length, stroking the sensitive tip of him, marveling at the soft strength of him. Travis went completely still for one long, shattering minute when their ragged breaths were the only sound in the room other than the quiet hiss and snap of the fire.
Then he looked down at her, shifted his hands to her waist and said, “Lift your legs.”
She didn’t ask why. Didn’t think. Just went with what she was feeling, needing. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his h*ps and he leaned into her, bracing her back against the wall, cupping his hands on her bottom.
And in the next moment, he was sliding inside her, pushing himself into her body.
“Oh, Travis…” Julie sighed, twisted her hips, writhed on him as she took every amazing inch of him. An invasion of the most amazing kind, she thought, relishing the feel of his body filling hers.