Page 30 of Breakaway
Travis grabbed the foil package and tore it open. He quickly rolled the condom on, then slid his body over hers, and his mouth took over hers with impatience. Hating to interrupt the erotic way his tongue danced with hers, she kissed him back with just as much intensity, while moving her hips against his, needing to feel him.
She ran her hands over his muscular shoulders and arms, while their bodies tangled together and moved as one. Everything about this moment felt right. His touch, his kiss... This man already had her heart, and in this moment, she couldn’t see any reason to deny it.
Excitement ran through her when his lips brushed against her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses to the crook of her neck.
Closing her eyes, she liked this sense of belonging he created in her. She held tight to Travis, wanting to savor every second of this feeling. Her heart raced and her body quivered as they made love. His lips felt like fire on her skin. His hands traced every curve of her body.
He slowly moved inside her, but her body was already sensitive, already reaching for her peak. His dark eyes never left hers, as her orgasm came hard and fast. She stiffened against him, the sensation surging though her body.
His eyes drifted shut, his face tightened, and his jaw clenched. When he opened his eyes, his movements became primal, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his cheeks flushed. The hard thrusts had her body buzzing with renewed desire. With a grunt and a groan, Travis climaxed as he rocked into her. The force of the thrusting and feel of him exploding inside her sent her spiraling into another orgasm.
She tried her best to muffle the squeal that wanted to escape her lips, as her body shook under the weight of him, and they released, satisfied, together, in one final grinding movement.
Still holding him tight, she kissed him longingly, never wanting this moment to end.
Travis dropped a kiss on her forehead and whispered, “You good?”
“I’m perfect,” she said with a smile.
They lay together until their breathing calmed, and the sweat cooled on their bodies. Morgan had never been the clingy type, but her skin was left chilled when Travis got up to pull on his pants.
“I wish you could stay.”
“Trust me, so do I.” He cradled her jaw with his hand and pressed his lips to hers. “But if your uncle finds me in your bed, he’s going to kill me.”
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
“I’m not as confident as you,” he teased. “I really don’t want to go, but it’s late, and we both have to be up early tomorrow.”
“Don’t apologize. But, if you really want to make it up to me, you can take me to dinner tomorrow night.”
Travis curled his lips into a flirty grin. “Then I guess I’ll pick you up at six?”
“I’ll be waiting.” Morgan couldn’t help but smile, as she slid out of bed and leisurely grabbed her clothes from the pile on the floor, giving Travis plenty of time to run his eyes over her naked body. The desire smoldering in his eyes told her that he already wanted more.
She slid on her panties and had just clasped her bra, when Travis pulled her into his arms, pressing her hips to his jeans.
“I really wish our night didn’t have to end.” His truth was told in his voice and in his pants, and by the fact that he quickly undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.
She didn’t resist when he kissed her shoulder and ran his fingertips down her bare back, sending a shiver through her body. She wanted his hands all over her. She needed him to make love to her again.
“Maybe we could coax Ben out of your hotel room next time?”
He smiled at her implication that their night wouldn’t have to come to such an abrupt halt in his room. Travis slowly moved her back towards the bed, his hands finding her breasts.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. His cologne intoxicated her. Her body ached for him. Maybe they could spend a little more time...
“Or maybe I’ll just get us our own room,” he suggested slyly.
Pretending to be offended, she gasped. “What? Don’t you like my room—otherwise known as the guest bedroom?”
Taking in a sharp breath as he looked her over, his focus was all on her. “I very much like what I see.” Travis wet his bottom lip. “But I’m not so excited about the possibility of your uncle busting in on us.”
“You worry too much,” she commented with fake certainty. “I told you, he’s asleep.”
She put on a good front that she was an adult, and that this was her room, and blah blah blah, but in her gut she was worried Uncle Sam would wake up and find them. It was a weird dynamic, being a new adult in someone else’s house.
At any rate, with the thought of her uncle in her brain, she was no longer ready to hop back into bed. And if she didn’t make a move now, they would end up back there eventually. She was already down to just her panties, and she had considered unbuttoning his jeans more than once.