You Rock My World (The Blackwells of Crystal Lake 3)

“I want you to make me come right now. Do you think you can do that for me?” She stopped moving for a second, and their eyes met.

“Pretty sure I can.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

His fingers were still inside her, and he moved them just so, hitting that honey spot. “Shit.” She moved her hips, but he held her steady. Travis was in control, and he damn well liked it.

“Now we’re talking. How many times?” she asked.

“More than once.”

“That’s my boy.”

Travis got to work, and not more than a minute passed before she shuddered against his mouth, her groans rough as she bucked against him. Slowly, he got to his feet, uncaring that they were on the back of the boat and if anyone happened to glance their way, they’d see two shadowy figures doing things they should be doing inside.

Travis ripped off his T-shirt and stepped out of his shorts. His cock was rock hard, his body tense.

Ruby’s head rested on the seat, her eyes half-open, her body s

till reeling from his mouth and his hands. Travis bent over her and pressed his lips to the base of her neck. Her pulse beat rapidly, and he made his way up to her mouth, claiming it in a kiss that made his gut clench. The need to possess and to worship was overwhelming, and when her hand wrapped around his dick, he almost lost it.

She made mewing sounds and her throat constricted rapidly as she tried to vocalize what was going on inside her head and her body.

“Slow down, Ruby. We’ve got all night.”

“I don’t want to slow down.” She looked at him, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow. “I want it fast and hard, and I want it now.”

He grinned wickedly. “You haven’t changed at all.”

“No.” She spread her legs again. “I haven’t.”

Travis was only human. And a man at that. So he wasn’t prepared for this. He’d thought their first time would be slow. Two bodies getting to know each other again while candlelight flickered across skin and music caressed their ears. Not this feverish, hungry need that was making him crazy.

But Travis was, if anything, a pleaser, and he wasn’t about to disappoint his lady. A feral groan fell from his lips as he reached for her. He claimed her mouth once more, his hands between her legs, working her over until she was clawing at him like a cat. He flipped her over and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass in the air and shoving her knees forward for support. She grabbed the edge of the seat and glanced back at him. The look on her face was something he’d take to his grave. Happily.

Ruby Montgomery was the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. And he’d been around the block a time or two.

He pressed down on the small of her back with one hand while the other gripped her hip. With his eyes on the tattoo that bore their initials, he sank sank into her. Deeply.

“Oh God, Travis.”

She tried to force the play and move her hips, but he wasn’t having any of it. Travis withdrew completely. He grinned when she swore at him and then sank into her again. And again. And again.

He kept his hold on her hip tight, because even though he wanted to accommodate her need, he also knew the end result would be that much more satisfying if he could just hold on a little longer.

“Travis,” she said hoarsely. “I can’t…”

“You can,” he replied, bending over her, his thrusts measured and long. His eyes were closed. He wanted this feeling to last forever. He wanted to punch his chest like he was Tarzan. Because the need to claim Ruby and possess her was older than time. It was basic. Raw. Primal.

And he’d never felt this way with any other woman.

In that moment, Travis knew he was wrecked. No way could he let her go again. A wave of emotion washed over him—it clogged his throat and made it hard to breathe. He gripped her hips tightly as he began to thrust harder, faster. She was so damn wet and tight. His gut clenched, her body rolled back into his, and they both came so hard, he nearly collapsed. It took all his strength to keep them from falling, and long seconds went by as they struggled to catch their breath.

Gently, he pulled her against him, and they lay down on the narrow seat, her body on top of his, his arms wrapped around her tight. Overhead, the night sky was blanketed with a million stars that shone like diamonds.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” she replied, snuggling against his chest. “Do you think anyone heard us?”