Chapter Fourteen
This was the only way to be kissed—pinned to the wall, bodies coiled together, his lips claiming hers. She was at his mercy, and she willingly gave herself to him. He kissed her like she was his oxygen, like the very thought of not kissing her was hell on earth.
He loosened her hair, tossing the clip on the floor and letting all her black and red strands tumble free. He laced his hands through her hair, curling his fingers around her head.
Her knees weakened, and her stomach practiced swan dives from epic heights. As his lips devoured hers, the temperature inside her shot to nuclear. She melted everywhere from this kiss. From his hands in her hair, to the insistent press of his mouth, to his hard length against her belly, they connected on a primal level where language was wholly unnecessary. Their bodies spoke, saying how much they needed each other.
More than could be measured.
The kiss was delirious; it was white-hot and furious. He kissed her so hard their teeth clicked. They were wild and desperate, crashing into each other in a beautiful collision of lips, tongues, and bodies. She wanted more of this savage kissing, this intense need for another person, so deep, so consuming it could barely be quenched.
This was a kiss that could only end one way.
In toe-curling, shout-to-the-heavens sex.
Oh, how she wanted him. How she wanted him to sink so deep inside her that she saw stars and sang arias.
She found the will to somehow break the kiss. Placing her hands on his chest, she voiced a pure plea. “Now. I want you now. I can’t wait any more.”
He let go of her hair and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m going to fuck you now, Cara. I’m going to fuck you like you wanted that night at the club. Like you wanted in my kitchen. Like you wanted on the hood of your car. Because I wanted you so goddamn much all those times, too. I’ve wanted you every time I’ve been with you. So much it drives me crazy,” he said, his voice hot and rough, his words setting every nerve in her body on fire.
He trailed his hands down her bare arms, reaching the hem of her skirt. Her breath fled her chest from his touch. “Anything on under this sexy little dress?”
“Find out,” she said.
He pushed up the fabric, revealing her bare flesh. His chest rose and fell as he stared at her nudity. “I thought I lost the game.”
“You did. But I guess you won anyway.”
“I did. Because these are my favorite panties,” he rasped out, as he drew a finger through her wetness. She trembled in his arms, her body craving more.
“You like tonight’s lingerie?”
“I love it,” he said, as if each word was succulent. “God, I’m finally going to have you again.” His inky blue eyes fixed on her, unwavering. His pupils were dilated, giving away his desire for her. Though, everything about him revealed his need. She heard it in his words, and she knew it in his touch, in his gaze, in the intensity that radiated off him. She’d never felt so wanted.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered, her throat crackling with dryness.
He nodded. “Hell yeah.”
As he reached into his back pocket, she made fast work of unbuttoning his shirt, thrilling at the feel of his chest against her hands. She could explore that chest forever, map him with her fingertips, study him and never grow tired of his body, or of the way he responded to her touch. Like she was the only woman he’d ever wanted like this.
“Take me now, please take me now,” she said, fumbling at his jeans, unbuttoning then unzipping. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was ready to rip the condom packet out of his hand because he was taking so long to open it, precise and methodical as he carefully tore the foil.
Her heart pumped wildly, beating like a drum as she pushed down his jeans and his boxers, thrilling at the sight of his gorgeous cock, ready for business. She wrapped a hand around him and he groaned her name.
Finally, he freed the condom from the wrapper, and she grabbed it. She rolled the condom on him, loving the way his breath hitched as she touched him. He positioned himself at her entrance, sliding the tip of his dick against her heat, and she gasped. She was electric tonight, poised to spark from a single, sizzling touch. At last, the moment she’d longed for had arrived. He pushed into her, and she was ready to sing hallelujah to the skies.
Her memory had been playing tricks on her. He wasn’t just the best.
He was extraordinary. He was out of this world. Nothing had ever felt so damn good. This was the very definition of ecstasy. He sank so deep inside her that she tensed and tightened around him, intensifying the sensations. She laced her fingers through his hair, her hands gripping his skull as he stroked.
“Is this working?” he said in between pants.
“Hmm? Yeah. It feels amazing.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he said harshly.
“What do you mean?” Her brain was so foggy she couldn’t process anything that didn’t involve satisfying the sweet ache between her legs. He thrust harder, stilling himself inside her, letting her feel him fill her up. Oh, did she feel it. She felt stretched in the best of ways.
“Is it getting me out of your system?” he asked as he pumped slowly now.
She shook her head. “No. It only makes me want more of you.”
“I want more of you, too. I want so much more,” he said, driving into her again, a controlled, measured thrust that made her cry out in pleasure.
She’d expected hard and fast sex, the same way he’d kissed her. But this was different. He held her hips. He took his time. He fucked her, deliberately slow, maddeningly controlled, letting her experience how good it was to be taken by him. Reminding her, whether he intended to or not, that he could give her everything she ever wanted in bed. He was masterful, rolling his hips, then pulling back, leaving her wanting more. It was like a claiming, as if he were taking her in a way that made it starkly clear she belonged to him.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, trying to draw him closer, even though they were as close as two people could be. She curled a leg around his ass. She wanted to feel him everywhere. Every inch of her skin, every cell, every neuron craved the pleasure.
“I know you like it wild, Cara. But I bet you like it when I fuck you like I own you,” he said, his voice all pure raw need, his words sending a fresh wave of sparks through her body. “Because that’s how I’m doing it now.”
“Yes,” she said, her breathing erratic. “I like it all. I like everything with you. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good. Because you drive me insane,” he said, and for a second he sounded angry, even mad at himself.
She opened her mouth to ask why, but as he swiveled his hips and rocked into her, bringing her so damn close, she knew now was not the time for questions.
“You want to get me out of your system,” he said roughly, as his fingers dug into her hips, leaving marks, she was sure. “But maybe I need you out of mine, too. Sometimes it’ll be fast, sometimes it’ll be hard, sometimes rough, and sometimes it’ll be like this.”
“I want it every way with you,” she said, but then stopped talking because he buried her in a kiss that scorched her. This man consumed her. He stole every breath from her lungs. He could have anything from her.
This was an undoing. This was him unraveling her stitch by stitch, unknitting all her control, so she was left only this hot, fevered, hungry thing.
Needing him.
He rocked into her like the steady beat of a drum. The persistent climb up the hill. He worked for her pleasure, he took nothing for granted, and he drove her to the very brink.
“Please, Travis. Harder,” she cried out. “Please fuck me ’til I come.”
“Nothing less, my sweet, dirty girl. Never anything less.”
He changed speed. He shifted into high gear, harder, faster, more dangerous. Her back bowed, and her hands clawed at him. He pounded into her, turning the slow, hot, wet slides into the fast and furious friction that her body sought greedily. She was ravenous for him; her heart spun wildly in her chest and her body sang with rapture.
She cried out his name, like a chant, as she came so hard her vision blurred. She nearly collapsed in his arms from the neon bliss that bathed her brain and washed over every inch of her.
Then her name echoed, too, in the air, a low, hot growl in her ear, the sound of him wanting this connection, this combustible reaction as much as she did. His hands gripped her as he came inside her on a wild grunt.