Page 29 of Breakaway

Morgan

Morgan led Travis up the walkway to her house. It was late, and all the lights were out, which meant her uncle and aunt were in bed. The evening had been so nice, she didn’t want it to end.

“Are you sure I should come in? I mean, I want to, but—” Travis lagged behind her.

She found his nervous expression adorable.

“It’s fine. The kids are asleep. And my uncle and aunt typically lock themselves in their room as soon as the kids are down. It’s the only quiet time they get, so I don’t blame them.”

“So?” Travis shook his head looking clueless.

“So, first of all, they won’t know you’re here, and second, I’m an adult and it’s my house, too. Or so they are always telling me.”

Travis wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her backwards into his chest. His breath tickled her ear. “We could go back to my place.”

“Yeah,” she said, as she pulled out of his arms and reached for her keys. “Back to your hotel room that you share with Ben. Because that’s better.”

“At least there’s no uncle there waiting to kill me.”

“He’s not going to kill you.”

“I hear your words, and yet I don’t believe you.” Travis smiled nervously. “You do remember how he flipped out after seeing us on a coffee date? And that was innocent.”

It had been very innocent. They’d been just getting to know one another, and she had sworn to her uncle that they were just out to coffee as friends. That illusion had been spoiled once he caught them kissing after practice.

“Back when I was still trying to be a gentleman.” He pulled her into his chest again.

“Being a gentleman is overrated,” she mocked.

“I think so, too.” Travis cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly.

Returning his kiss and getting wrapped up in the moment, she almost forgot they were standing on her... er, her uncle’s front porch.

Slowing the kiss, she pulled back, running her thumb along his chin. “And you’d rather make out here, where we are on full display to anyone who looks out the windows?” She pointed up to the second floor, at her aunt and uncle’s bedroom window.

“Fair point.”

Morgan quietly unlocked the front door, careful not to jingle her keys.

“Shh,” she whispered, putting her finger to her lips. “The kids are sleeping, and best not to disturb my uncle and aunt.”

Taking his hand, she led him up the stairs to her room, careful not to make a sound, as silly as this was. She was an adult. They liked to tell her this was her house, too, but right now she felt like a teenager sneaking her boyfriend in after curfew.

Gently closing her bedroom door behind them, she had been thinking about this moment all day. Alone time with Travis. They hadn’t been dating long, but she couldn’t get enough of him.

As she quietly locked her door, Travis swept aside her hair, dropping light kisses on her neck, and sending chills down her body. Turning around into his strong arms, his warm lips passionately covered hers.

Morgan melted against him. She felt so right with him, a familiar sensation that had been missing in her life as of late.

She returned his kiss, her tongue tangling with his. She pushed aside her concerns that their relationship was still new. She ignored the fact that they were in her aunt and uncle’s house, while they were home, and not caring that her uncle hated that she was seeing Travis.

She craved to be as close to Travis as possible. As if he could read her mind, he grinned and pulled his shirt off, then dropped it to the ground. He pulled her close, his hard-on evident, as she could feel it through his jeans.

Biting her bottom lip, she tried to hold back her desire, but her body ached for his, and she couldn’t wait one more second. Winding her arms around his neck, using his shoulders for support, she kissed him fiercely. Travis flashed her a cocky grin, and the remainder of their clothes followed his shirt, leaving a trail as they made their way to her bed. With one last swipe of his tongue, and a gentle parting movement of his lips, they slid under the covers on her bed.

He leaned over the bed to grab his wallet from his jeans and pulled out a little foil condom packet, which he set on the table beside her bed.

His strong arms wrapped around her middle, and his muscular legs pinned her to the mattress. She ran her hand up his bare chest and swore that she could feel his heart racing under her fingers. His eyes were fixed on her, and she enjoyed being the object of his attraction.