Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

“I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

“Yes you do, baby,” I softly urge. I slip my hand inside the V of her bathrobe and rest the palm of my hand over her heart. I close my eyes and feel the tempo it’s playing. It’s fluttering fast against my touch, and I know I’m affecting her. “As sure as I feel your heart beating, you feel this thing between us.”

The edge of my hand is only inches from touching her nipple, and I clench my jaw, forcing myself not to stray. My thumb didn’t get the memo as it drifts, slowly stroking her supple skin over her breastbone. I notice her chest silently rise and fall with excitement as I caress her with a feather-light touch.

Her gaze turns heated as she pleads on a whisper, “Travis, take away this pain inside. Make me forget.”

I lean forward, only inches away as I huskily whisper over her lips, “Let’s get one thing straight, Jules. I’m not your escape from reality. I am your reality, and if it’s a fuck you want, it’s a fuck you’ll get.” She gasps, taken aback by my dirty mouth, and her reaction makes my lips quirk in an arrogant grin.

I slowly remove the towel from her head, and her damp blonde hair spills out all around her. The strawberry smell is gone, replaced by the hotel’s cheap shampoo, but I don’t care. I’d take her in a gunnysack; she’s that priceless to me. The silence in the room is filled with a potent mix of longing and heart-pounding desire.

Her breathing picks up when I untie the belt to her bathrobe. I take my time, drawing out the sweet torture of anticipation. It’s been a few days since we made love, and I for one will not turn down a chance to keep ruining her for all other men. I know she’s confused about her feelings, and I’m a real bastard for taking advantage of her weakness, but my plan is to sway her any way I can. I’ve never claimed to play fair, or be her Prince Charming. I slowly push aside the fabric of the bathrobe, exposing her bare breasts, and the sight of their creamy fullness spilling out before me has my mouth watering.

When I graze my fingertip over a nipple, she inhales a sharp breath and arches her back, pushing her breasts firmly against my hand. “I think my girl likes the dirty talk.”

Instead of taking her nipple into my mouth, like she thinks I’m going to do, I surprise her by lifting her up out of her chair in one quick motion. She squeals as she’s lifted into the air. Her chair falls backward against the carpeted floor as I push her a few steps back, flattening her body against the hotel window, and then lean in to brush against her lips with mine.

“Why do I have such a hard time resisting you?” she asks in a breathy whisper.

A low chuckle resonates deep within my chest as my fingers find their way to her erect nipples, and I gently pinch them as I reply, “Because you know we belong together. Your body screams it loud and clear; it’s your mind that needs to get the message.”

I slide my hands toward the outside of her breasts to slip the bathrobe off her shoulders, and down her arms, never letting my hungry gaze leave hers.

Tiny rivulets of water drip from that luscious blonde hair of hers, sliding down to her chest. I lean in to lick the cool water off the swell of her breast, and a visible shiver runs through her. “Are you cold?” I ask, peering up at her out of the corner of my eye. She inhales a sharp breath as her eyes flutter closed. “You won’t be cold for long,” I promise just before I take her hardened nipple fully into my warm mouth and lightly suck. “Mmm,” I moan while palming the weight of her full breasts in my hands as I savor the feel of her nipple against my tongue. I think my dick just grew another few inches.

I let her feel the strength of my thigh muscles as I nudge myself in between her legs, gently prodding them apart.

She’s breathing excitedly, and places her hands on my shoulders to steady herself.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” I huskily whisper. I settle my straining erection against the apex of her thighs, and then roll my hips into hers. She moans when I let her feel all of my fullness as I apply pressure against her sweet pussy using my body weight.

“Travis,” she murmurs as I kiss my way up her neck, leaving behind a blazing trail of fire to her jawline. Her skin smells clean and fresh, and I love the way she tastes on my tongue as I kiss my way to her ear.