Page 27 of Breakaway

“Well, we’re home, and the evening is young, so I suppose you two could find something better to do than sit here?” Aunt Trina said, even though Sam didn’t look happy about her suggestion.

“Or you could just go hit the sack early, rookie,” Uncle Sam grumbled.

“Yeah?” Morgan looked to Travis with question in her voice.

“Actually, yeah, the night is young.” He nodded. Holding his hand out to her he added, “Interested?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Travis

They had come close to being caught making out on Morris’s couch—talk about awkward. It was a cliché babysitting scenario: the teenage babysitter and her boyfriend, making out on the couch after she’d put the kids to bed. However, Morgan wasn’t a teenager, and he wasn’t exactly her boyfriend... was he? The thought of being her boyfriend gave him a good feeling. He had to admit, being with her felt so right, that he could easily imagine them being together. But there was the uncomfortable fact that he might only be here in Pittsburgh temporarily.

“We’re really going to try this again?” Morgan giggled, as Travis once again led her down the hallway to his hotel room. “I mean, I like Ben and all, but that was so embarrassing.”

“Ben is not here this time. He is out on a date, and I don’t expect him home this time until late.” Travis unlocked the door. Once they were inside, he put the deadbolt on the door and added, “Just in case.”

Turning back to her, he slowly brushed his lips against hers. He outlined her jaw with his finger, until he lightly took her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Tipping her chin up towards him, Travis ran his tongue over her bottom lip. Morgan tangled her fingers in his hair, causing a shiver to run through him.

“I think we earned this, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk.

She smiled. “We were interrupted twice, so I’d say so.”

Travis wrapped his arms around her. Opening his mouth just a little, he kissed her and slowly parted her lips with his tongue, deepening their kiss. A small moan formed in her throat, and her body reacted by arching against his.

There was no way to hide the bulge in his jeans, as he settled between her legs. Running his hands though her wavy, light brown hair, he kissed her vigorously.

Morgan kissed him back, matching his intensity. The fruity fragrance of her shampoo teased his senses.

He slid his lips down to her jaw and then along her neck, dropping little kisses as he went.

Morgan held out her hand to him. Her lips were red from his kisses, and her blue eyes sparkled. Taking his hand, she pulled him towards the bed—his bed.

“And you’re absolutely sure Ben won’t barge in this time?” she asked sweetly.

Her taste lingered on his lips. “I’m sure.” With every breath, he wanted her more.

Her eyes moved to his waist and so did her fingers. Quickly, she unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and growled at her touch. The feeling was déjà vu.

Travis tugged at her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor. He dropped kisses along her neck on a path to her breasts.

Taking a swift breath in, he gazed into her intense eyes as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them to the floor. He lowered his head to meet her lips, kissing her sweetly.

He lay her on the bed and crawled beside her. He pulled a foil condom wrapper out of the side table drawer and sat it on the table.

His body was on fire for her, but his brain wanted to take this slow and enjoy everything about her, and he didn’t want this over too soon. Sliding his body up against hers, his mouth took over hers with unhurried eagerness. His tongue danced with hers, and she kissed him back with just as much fervor. Travis explored her body, his teeth grazing her skin as he went.

Morgan tugged at his boxers before sliding her own panties off. Travis allowed himself a long look at her naked body before pulling his boxers off and rolling on the condom.

Travis secured her under him. She gripped his shoulders while he deepened his kiss. With careful attention, he slowly moved inside her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he entered her fully, causing her gasp to turn into a moan.

She pulled at the comforter as he rocked into her, his movements stronger and more intense with each moment that passed.

Travis grinned deliciously, as she writhed under him, staring up at him with a gaze of pleasure. He matched the rhythm of her movements, until they both eventually climaxed. He was sweating and out of breath, sated for now. But even in this moment, he knew he would want a repeat before too long. Being this close to Morgan felt so right. She was perfect.

He couldn’t help but lie beside her and watch her, as he ran his fingers up and down her stomach.