Liv

I gasp as his confession washes over me, filling my body with warmth and need. Every cell in my body becomes alert to him, and my legs clench together as my core throbs painfully in between my legs.

“Travis,” I whimper, feeling the flush of desire race through me and settle in my cheeks. I want to reach for him and wrap my body around him, but I’ve never been the kind of woman to make the first move.

“Olivia,” he responds, settling back on his heels. His chocolate eyes have turned liquid, and I watch as he flexes his hands into a fist. He’s only ever called me Liv, but hearing my full name on his lips does something to me I can’t explain.

We move together, closing the space between us faster than either one of us can blink. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I meet his lips with my own, desperate to taste him. Sparks fly, jolting me all the way down to my center.

He tastes divine, like pure magic, wrapped up with the scent of sandalwood and spearmint. It’s everything I dreamt it would be, but more.

His arms close around me, pulling me tightly against him, and I feel his need nestled against my belly. A surge of wetness coats my thighs, and my clit thrums in beat with my quickening heart.

The heat of his body surrounds me, creating an impenetrable cocoon around us. A nuclear bomb going off wouldn’t be enough to pull me away from him.

My hands weave their way into his dark hair, tugging lightly. He groans, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. Our tongues touch and tangle and explore. Building the need to a whole new level, but as it bubbles to the surface, I feel him tense against me.

“Fuck,” he grunts, breaking the most amazing kiss of my existence. I mewl in protest, but he pushes back a little. When I open my eyes, they connect with his and I see everything he’s been holding back buried in their depths.

“It seems we’ve both been lying to ourselves about what’s going on here,” he murmurs, and I brush through his hair with my fingers.

Sweet heaven, this man is gorgeous.

I feel a rush of giddiness when I think of lying beneath this man, our bare skin sticking to one another, as he plunges in and out of me, pushing us both to the brink.

I nod, waiting for him to kiss me again. His lips roam along my neck, and his hands move along my body, pulling at my clothing. I repeat his actions, pulling and tugging until we’re both standing in the middle of his kitchen with little left to the imagination.

The man is a fucking Adonis. Taut and toned nearly everywhere on his body. There isn’t an inch I don’t want to run my hands or tongue across. A light dusting of hair covers his bare chest, funneling down his defined abs to a happy trail that disappears beneath the band of his boxer briefs. All of it leading to a very obvious erection pointed in my direction.

Fuck, he’s huge!

The sheer size of him is hard to hide beneath the jersey material of his briefs. My eyes are so wide, they feel like they might pop out of my head, but I can’t stop staring. My mouth waters, craving him unlike any man before him, and I tingle from head to toe. He looks down at me with a cocky smirk, telling me he knows how blessed he is.

Suddenly, I’m very aware of my own body and its imperfections. I’m not the smallest woman in the world. My breasts are too large, my belly isn’t flat, and my hips are wider than I’d like them to be, but the look in his eyes sends a wave of confidence through me, warming me against the cold air nipping at my skin.

He lifts a finger and runs it along the top of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin with his warmth before slipping underneath the material, brushing against the taut bud. His other hand grabs me at my hip, pulling me hard against him.

“Gorgeous,” he growls, closing the distance between us and planting his lips on mine again, this time more demanding. My lips move desperately against his, and I push back my insecurities to concentrate on him.

He thrusts his hips forward against me, promising what both our bodies yearn for. His hand at my back unhooks my bra, and I let it fall to the ground, moaning as his large hands cup my breasts. His clever fingers find my nipples, flicking and kneading the flesh.

When his mouth leaves mine to clamp down onto my nipple, I nearly come on the spot. The heat of his mouth, brush of his teeth, and suction leave me in a haze of lust. The world around us is foggy, everything but him. All I hear are moans and breathing, his or mine, I’m not sure, but with each second that passes I find myself clinging to him for strength.

A moment later, he releases my nipple with a pop and cups my ass to lift me. I wrap my legs around his middle and wind my arms around his neck. My sensitive nipples brush against his chest, the sprigs of hair only intensifying each bud’s sensitivity. His mouth on my neck feels like heaven.

I’m too far gone into the sensations to worry about how heavy I must feel to him.

It isn’t until he releases me and tosses me onto my back that I realize we aren’t in his kitchen anymore. I look around the room and recognize the pull-up bar hanging in the doorway of his closet. His bedroom. I’m lying in the middle of a large bed, on the softest sheets I’ve ever felt, and feel him grab my ankle to drag me to the edge.

Our eyes meet, and I shiver when I see his usually chocolate-colored eyes have turned golden. They remind me of a lion on the prowl, and he looks at me like I’m his prey, ready to make me his next meal.

I shiver, loving the way I feel nearly splayed out for him. I feel powerful, and it’s intoxicating.

“Move down to the edge of the bed,” he commands, and for the first time in years, I don’t think about it. I just do. Following orders, I scoot down further and shut my brain off. He kneels on the floor in front of me, and places a hand on each knee, slowly pulling them apart until he sees his target.

My soaking-wet cotton boy shorts. They hide the most intimate part of me, but I’ve never felt more exposed.

“Shit, baby girl, is that for me?” Travis growls, inhaling the scent of my sex deep into his lungs. His fingers caress down the length of my thighs, and my breath catches in my throat when they stop right before where I want them most.

“Trav,” I say breathlessly, catching his eyes. He searches my face for hesitation, but finds none. I reach for him, but he doesn’t move from his spot in front of me. “Kiss me.”

“Patience,” he tells me before hooking his thumbs into my panties, tugging them down, and I lift my hips for him to maneuver better. “Open your legs, baby girl. Show me that pretty, pink pussy.”