Page 23 of Breakaway

“Good.” Travis cradled her jaw in his strong hands. Pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers.

“Do you think we should be doing this here? I mean, there are families.” She looked around.

He wanted to tell her that he had seen much worse in the halls outside the locker room, but thought better. Grabbing her hand, he led her around the corner to an empty hall. “I was just thinking how badly I’d like some alone time with you.”

Morgan glanced around the empty hallway. “So making out right in the open at the rink isn’t romantic enough for you?” she teased.

A grin slid across his lips. “I have an idea.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” She smiled as he covered her mouth with his. Their tongues swirled, while the world around them was silent.

HE GRABBED HER HAND as they exited the elevator and walked down the hallway to his hotel room.

“I hate to ruin the mood, but did you let your family know where you are? I mean, just so they aren’t left worrying.” He tried to sound cool and nonchalant, but really he didn’t want her getting in any trouble if they thought she was MIA.

“Sweet that you are looking out for me. But yes, Aunt Trina knows I’m going out. I’m an adult, and I don’t need my uncle’s approval, but I’m no monster, either.” She slid her arms over his shoulders, pushing him against his door.

Narrowly avoiding the doorknob, he chuckled. “We can go inside, you know. We don’t have to stay in the hallway. I sent Ben out for the night.”

“Oh, really?”

He nodded and grabbed the key card from his wallet. “Yep, some of the guys are going out to get food and probably celebrate the win.” He quickly unlocked the door and invited Morgan inside.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go celebrate with them?” She pretended to pout.

“Oh no, I’ll still be celebrating, just very differently,” he said in a low growl.

Travis kissed at her neck. She giggled each time his lips came close to her skin, and that turned him on even more. He pressed his lips to hers, keeping his kiss soft and gentle. He didn’t want to take anything too fast, while enjoying the anticipation.

She gasped as though trying to catch her breath, when he pulled her hips against his.

Taking that chance to deepen the kiss, he moved his tongue along her bottom lip, before slipping it into her mouth. Their tongues danced and twirled in slow motion.

His fingertips slid along her waist and under her shirt.

“There’s no reason to rush. I’d prefer to take this nice and slow.” He smirked. His words were purposely drawn out and sexy.

Her intense blue eyes looked up at him, and they were filled with the same desire that boiled inside him.

Morgan slid his suit jacket off and tossed it aside. She unhurriedly undid his dress shirt, one button at a time. Tossing his shirt to the floor, she moved to his belt. As she slid it off, he flinched when her fingernails tickled his stomach.

Her gaze was intense, as he slid her own shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Travis dropped kisses along her shoulders and down to her breasts.

She tensed each time his whiskers brushed against her skin.

Travis sat down on the bed and slid her pants off. His gaze trailed over her, as his hunger for her grew. As much as he wanted to take this slow and savor every inch of her, she was driving him crazy.

His heart pounded against his chest with such force, when she slid her finger down his chest, stopping at the waist of his slacks. Slowly, she undid his slacks and dragged them off him.

She stood so they were face to face, and he tipped her sweet mouth up to meet his lips, kissing her deliberately, taking his time. He pressed his body against hers, knowing she could feel the effect she had on him. Their bodies fit so perfectly together; it was as if they were made for one another.

Without a word, they both slipped into his bed, and he kissed her as they moved together, skin to skin. More impatient now, Travis traced his fingers along the lace on her bra, loving the way she gasped at his touch. Then he moved his lips along the line of lace, gently grazing her taut nipples, as he unhooked her bra.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, before he covered her lips with his.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured, and nodded, while kissing him back.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Ben stumbled into the room. He mumbled something incoherent, and then a little more intelligibly said, “Hi Morgan,” before falling face first into his bed and passing out.