My heart crashes into my stomach as quickly as it had fluttered with excitement, and I pull my hand free and busy myself setting the table. Travis watches me for a few minutes before stopping me with an arm around my hips, enfolding me against him again.
“Thinking too much?” he inquires, bringing to mind all the times he knew something was wrong when I was a kid. I’ve never been much good at hiding my feelings from him.
I acknowledge his question with a brief nod before slipping my arms around his narrow waist and resting my cheek against him. He’s right, a lot has happened in the last couple of days and I really am a little overwhelmed by everything.
But NOT the kissing. I feel like I have been waiting most of my life for that.
He hesitates before continuing. ”I love you, Sweetpea. It’s probably way too soon to tell you that, but it’s true. Your humor, your strength, the way you defied Brad every chance you got.”
I’m shocked into silence by his words, holding my breath as he goes on.
“Every letter you wrote, every picture you sent, I got to know you. You were an amazing kid and I loved you then. You were my best friend.” I open my mouth to speak and he stops me with a light touch of his fingers to my lips.
“Let me get it all out Sweetpea.” I nod, feeling breathless. This is like a fantasy come to life.
“I already know that you grew into an amazing woman, Faye. The minute I saw you asleep in my old sweatshirt I knew that I wanted you to be mine.” He practically growls out the last words against my lips, the whiskers on his chin rasping against my skin making me tingle everywhere. I want to belong to him. I want him to belong to me. Lifting onto my toes I press my lips to his and whisper the words I never thought I would get to say to him.
“I love you too, Travis. I always have.” I have more words clamoring to spill off my tongue, but they are lost as he grips my butt and lifts me against him. My legs wrap around him, pressing my hot center against his rippled abs.
I want to crawl inside of him somehow. To make us one.
We have spent so much time apart, and finally we can be together. There is nothing to keep us apart anymore, and I want him like I have never wanted anyone else.
I can feel his hard shaft pressing against my core through both layers of our clothing as he rocks me against it. I move with him, chasing the sensation and whimpering at the hot rush of pleasure. He growls again, the sound like electricity as it races across my nerve endings, lighting up every sensitive spot in my body. I feel my nipples tighten, and a wet heat floods my panties.
I’m sure he must be able to feel it since I’m pressed so tightly to him.
“More,” I mewl into Travis’ mouth, needing something I can’t define. I’ve never felt like this, this hot demanding need. I think I could come just from this contact alone.
Chapter Sixteen
Travis
Faye is a tiny bundle of heat in my arms. The lush velvet of her lips against mine pushes the limits of my self-control nearly as much as her restless movements against my abs and throbbing cock.
Her plea for more is the final straw. A man can’t be expected to hold back when he finally has the only woman he’s ever wanted writhing with passion in his arms… can he?
I adjust my grip, cupping her ass in one hand and threading the fingers of the other into her hair so that I can maneuver her head where I want it. Her tongue is like hot silk in my mouth, and I suck on it until she gasps.
I don’t break the connection of our lips and tongues as I carry her toward the stairs. I have to be inside her now. I thought I would be able to wait, but we have been dancing around this since I kissed her outside
the diner. I can’t wait any longer. I need to bury my cock in her hot pussy more than I need air to breathe.
We are halfway up the stairs, Faye rubbing her perfect little tits against my chest, when a rapping on the front door rips my attention away from her.
“What the fuck?” I grumble. “I might have to murder someone.”
“The pizza,” Faye groans, reminding me that I ordered one for her. It didn’t seem like that much time had passed.
I place her on her feet and lower her to sit on the stairs when her knees threaten to buckle. She smiles up at me, her mouth red and wet from mine. Her eyes are foggy with passion. All I want to do right now is sweep her back into my arms and take her to bed for the next week. If I do my job right, she won't be able to walk after I have worshipped her tender body into oblivion, and I will be able to keep her there beside me.
Right now, though, I have a pizza delivery to pay for and my beautiful woman to feed. My cock is a throbbing weight and I reach down to adjust it. Faye’s gaze follows my movements blatantly, the tip of her little pink tongue poking out to wet the cupids bow of her top lip.
“Don't you dare move,” I growl as I press a chaste kiss to her forehead and, jogging back downstairs to the door, I fling it it open as I pull cash out of my wallet. “Thanks,” I grumble as I trade the money for the pizza and do my best to block the delivery guy’s view of Faye sitting on the stairs.
I know what she looks like: her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair in disarray. She looks ready to be fucked. To be pleasured.
“Keep the change,” I growl, closing the door in his face and turning back to her, the pizza box in my hands. Max watches me expectantly from the kitchen. “Damn it,” I swear, making Faye giggle. Hopping down the stairs, she skips to my side and hugs my arm against her breasts.