“Yeah… She said he apologized from in the hall.” I wave my hand around, not knowing exactly how to continue. “After he already left the room.”
“Shit… that was an epic fuck-up,” he says, his fingers smoothing my hair and tracing circles on my back.
“Yeah. Poor Ana. It really made her sad… and mad. “
“She's gonna be okay, Pea. And so are you.”
A warm, happy feeling spreads through my chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle closer to him. “I'm so happy you found me, Travis,” I whisper. Gathering up my courage, I sit up to press my lips against his. I feel him smile against my kiss before his hands slide around me, one settling on my hip and one sliding up to cradle the back of my head as he traces the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Is this okay, Faye?” His breath is a gentle whisper against the damp flesh of my mouth. “Can I kiss you again?” His voice is raspy and deeper than usual, and my pulse flutters in reaction to his sexy tone.
I hum my agreement, relaxing into his embrace, opening to allow him access to my tongue. My heart races with a heady combination of nerves and delicious excitement as I touch my tongue to his, tasting him more fully than I could in the cab of his pickup. Our first kiss was super hot and out of control, but this… this kiss is something else.
Something so much more.
Travis pulls his lips away from mine and I whine in protest before sucking in a deep breath. He pulls me close again, nuzzling against my cheek and an unexpectedly sensitive place where my jaw meets my neck. His teeth graze over the pounding artery there. I gasp at the sensation, my head falling to the side, granting him further access to the spot. My fingers stroke over the short hair at the back of his neck before sliding up to tangle in his longer locks on top.
“Fuck, Faye,” he grinds out against my skin, breathless. His tongue flicks against my throbbing pulse, making my body feel heavy and hot. My eyes flutter open when I feel the heat of his hard, rough hand slip under the edge of my shirt before settling on my ribs, his thumb stroking the valley between my breasts.
He doesn’t go any further than that, but my nipples pebble in reaction. I'm lost in the feel of his touch, and with a shuddering sigh I close my eyes in surrender and lean back against his shoulder, offering whatever he wants.
We stay that way for quite a while, touching each other between sweet kisses until Travis pulls away. “I need to make you dinner, Sweetpea,” he says in an agonized voice.
I shake my head no and slide my palms up to cup the lean angles of his face. “More kisses,” I whisper against his mouth, hoping to distract him. My panties feel damp, and all we have done is kiss.
Travis kissing me fulfills every teenage fantasy I ever had… and some of my more adult ones as well, and I'm not ready to stop yet. I’m desperate for more. More kisses, more of his soft caresses. More of everything.
Who needs food?
Travis chuckles against me, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “You do, baby.”
I pull away, eyes flying open and heat rushing to my cheeks. “I seriously said that out loud, didn't I?”
His chuckle becomes outright laughter. Rolling my eyes at him, I shake my head, horrified that I just blurted that out. Way to show off my inexperience.
“Yes, you did. And you can have more kisses after you eat some dinner.” He grins, his perfect teeth and that sexy dimple making me blush and wiggle closer against him. His long fingers tighten on my hips, slowly rocking me against his hardness.
It feels long and impossibly thick against me. It feels so good that I want to turn to face him and straddle his lap so I can press myself more fully against it.
I stare into his eyes as I run my tongue over my kiss-swollen lips, tasting him, and a rumbling growl boils in his chest. I can’t stop my teasing smile.
“Fine then. Can we have pizza?” It’s been ages since I had a pizza that didn’t come in a small cardboard package from the discount grocery store. “I’m willing to wait for kisses if it means real pizza. And breadsticks.”
“Sure babe.” He lifts me off his lap as he stands and sets me on my feet beside him. It’s so weird to be moved around like I’m a doll or a small child, but he is so much bigger than me that he does it without thinking.
I like it.
“You still like Hawaiian the best?” he asks as he picks up his phone and dials.
“Yep,” I tell him, cuddling close. “Ordering in dinner means more kisses while we wait.” I try to make it a statement, but he pulls away from me.
“More kisses after dinner, Sweetpea. We need to talk,” he states as he pulls me toward the kitchen. “Everything between us is moving fast, and I want to make sure that we are on the same page. About us.”
He sees us as an us? A couple? Holy shit! Outwardly I maintain my composure, but inside I’m doing a happy dance!
Today is my day for dreams coming true.
I will definitely be patient if it means he wants to talk about us… unless he plans to tell me that there is no us. Maybe his kisses weren’t really meant to be anything other than...just kisses?