“Do you not own a shirt? Like, you never seem to have one on. Do we need to set up a donation page so that you can get a shirt or two?”
His face goes blank. “It bothers you?”
“Of course it does. Traipsing around in my yard, all sweaty and sexy, and I’m supposed to be working. How am I supposed to do that? Tell me!”
He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut.
“Great. That sums all this up. Just find a damned shirt, Travis.”
I turn to leave him and go take a cold shower, or something, but he grabs me and tugs me back. I fall against him, my hands landing on his chest. His heart thunders in his chest and I look up at him.
“Travis?”
“It’s about damned time,” he mutters, then slams his mouth down on mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Travis
The moment our mouths touch, my entire world shifts, heat blasting through me, and leaving me dizzy. Just that simple contact has me almost coming in my pants, but I hold it back, barely. I’d have been embarrassed, but I have my dream girl plastered up against me right now. I am only a normal, hot-blooded male and resisting her is beyond my control. Yes, it’s just from a simple kiss, and I’m not really ashamed to admit it.
I don’t know what I expected. For the last few days, I’ve walked around half-aroused in anticipation. I couldn’t take that last step until she caved, but I spent the last three nights whacking off so much I’m amazed my dick didn’t fall off. All she would have to do is walk near me and my dick went on high alert. I’ve always had that issue with her but not to the extent of these last few days. The expectation of her finally telling me she wanted me as much as I wanted her increased my inability to control my cock. Every time I stripped out of my shirt; I could feel her gaze roaming over my torso. Each time pushed me close to the edge of no return. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to hold back if I had known she would react this way.
She’s returning my kiss with all the fervor I feel threading through my veins. Her tongue slides along mine and sends a zing of heat down to my dick. Fuck, this woman. I can taste her need, her sultry scent surrounding me. Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pussy even through our layers of clothes. My cock is so hard that I’ll be amazed if my zipper doesn’t bust from pressure.
I slip my hand beneath her ass—Jesus, her ass—and pull back from her kiss as I stumble out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room. All the way, she’s pressing that dangerous mouth against my skin. The scrape of teeth against my neck, then the lick. We fall together on her bed and I pull up from her. In all the years I’ve known her, she has always been pretty. Not in the common way, but in a way that stops people in the street so they can have a better look. When she does herself up for formal events, she definitely causes a stir. But this right here, with her hair a wild tangle across the bed and her skin flushed with excitement. This right here, this is the Nancy I loved.
“You’re sure?”
She rolls those amazing blue eyes. “Yes, Travis. I practically shoved my tongue down your throat.”
Relief rushes through me. “Thank fuck,” I say as I dip my head for another taste of her mouth.
I tangle my tongue with hers, enjoying her frenzied response. It matches my need on so many levels. I run my hand through her hair, wanting to feel her silky tresses in my fingers. Soon, though, her mouth isn’t enough. I need to taste every inch of her luscious flesh. I pull back again and kiss my way over to her ear, tugging on the lobe, teasing it between my teeth. She presses up against me, her legs tightening around my waist, which presses her pussy against my groin. I almost lose it, but I scrape my teeth against the sensitive flesh of her neck. She moans, the sound spiraling through my senses, pushing me close to the edge. I kiss my way down her throat, gently rubbing my face against her flesh. God, I love the feel of it against my lips, the taste of it…nothing compares to it. She giggles and I stop to look up at her. The joyous sound resonates through me, all the way down to my soul. She makes me so damned happy from just her laugh. Her eyes sparkle with laughter and lust.
“Your beard tickles.”
I smile. “Just wait until I get a taste of that sweet pussy. You’ll have a whole new appreciation for how my beard feels.”
Her eyes flair as I lift off her, enough to help her take off her shirt and bra. God almighty, her breasts. She’s not huge but she’s just perfect for me, a handful and perfectly tipped with hard, pink nipples. I cup one, running my thumb over the tip. Her eyes close and she hums. Freaking hums. I lean down to lick one as I take the other between my fingers, plucking it until she moans. If I ever had a doubt, it has been demolished in this one moment. No woman sounds like that when she’s unsure. No, she wants me just as much as I want her.
Heat twines through my blood as I kiss my way down her body. I can’t get enough of her. I know I never will. With each inch of flesh I uncover, I crave more. She smells of peaches—the scented lotion I know she uses—and sin. I unbutton her shorts, then unzip them before slipping them down her legs. Oh, fuck me, she’s wearing a thong. For a moment, my brain quits working. Just seeing that little scrap of black material short circuits my entire body. I can only stare as my cock twitches, pressing even harder against the zipper of my jeans. I dreamed of this moment for a long time, but now that it is here, I know that my imagination is crap. No dream could live up to her like this.
The gentle flare of her hips, the way her skin looks against the grey comforter and black material of her thong, she’s a fucking masterpiece. The day god made her, he definitely was working overtime. And, I shove that thought aside because the things I want to do to her body are far from godly. There’s a little wet spot on her thong that tells me everything I need to know. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. My cock aches; need making my toes curl, but I fight it off. Right now, I need to taste her, to feel her come on my tongue. I want the taste of her in my mouth the moment I thrust into her for the first time. I yank the silky material down her legs, then toss them behind me. She lays on her bed, completely naked. God she’s perfect for me. She’s not skinny by any means, and I like that about her. She’s all round curves and soft flesh. Each part of her calls to me, but right now, I only want a taste of her sweet cunt. I place a hand on each of her thighs, spreading her legs. Her pussy lips drip with arousal.
Leaning forward, I lick her from the bottom to the very top of her slit, teasing her clit just enough to draw another moan from her. The taste of her dances over my tongue. Sweet and tart at the same time, just like the woman herself. Her need is so potent, I feel dizzy from just one taste sample.
“Damn, you taste like heaven.”
“Travis,” but she doesn’t finish whatever she was going to say. I press my mouth against her again, slipping my tongue inside her pussy. God, she is definitely the tastiest treat I’ve had in my life. I fuck her with my tongue, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She’s beyond wet, her juices are all over my face and my beard, and I don’t give a damn. In fact, I revel in it. I slip my fingers inside of her, curling them up, as I drag my tongue over her clit. She threads her fingers through my hair urging me to continue. That one little gesture has my entire body vibrating with need. I’ll be amazed if I can last until I get inside of her. For the first time in over a decade, I’m in danger of coming in my pants. Thankfully, it doesn’t take her long. I hum against the little bundle of nerves while adding a third finger. She comes hard, bowing up off the bed and screaming my name. It’s music to my ears.