Page 82 of Last Light

“My ankle is fine.” His eyes are roving over my face and body with a heat and possessiveness that exhilarates me. I’m still wearing the oversized man’s shirt, but Travis obviously likes what he sees. “Don’t need no coddlin’.”

“Well, you’re going to get coddled anyway. I can be on top this time.” I look down at his big, prostrate body and feel a little flicker of nerves. “At least I think I can. You might have to help me a little.”

His smile is fond. Entitled in a way that’s deeply thrilling. Like what he sees is his. “Any help you want, you got.”

My slight anxiety fades immediately in the wake of his expression. I slide my hands up and down his chest, feeling the firm muscles, the coarse golden hair, the texture of his nipples. He’s watching me as I caress him. I make my way down to his taut abs and the trail of hair that disappears under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

His pelvis lifts slightly, and I can see the move is unconscious. An instinctive response to the location of my hands. I poise my palm over the bulge of his erection for a few seconds before I move it back up to his belly.

He groans as I give him a teasing smile.

I lean over, my lips moving toward his, until I notice how still he’s grown—almost frozen—and I suddenly realize what I’m doing.

He doesn’t kiss me on the mouth. Ever.

So that means I can’t kiss him either.

I cover quickly by pressing a little kiss on the side of his jaw.

Then I lower my face so I can kiss his shoulder. Mouth the throbbing pulse in his throat. Kiss a trail down to one of his nipples. He smells cleaner than normal because he showered before bed last night, but his body is heating up, and I catch a whiff of his familiar Travis scent.

I like it.

It does something very strange to my female parts.

“Fuck, Layne,” he mutters, tangling both hands in my loose hair. “You’re killin’ me here. I was already rarin’ to go.”

I giggle at his choice of words. “Now you know how I feel when you do this to me.”

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it is.”

“Uh-huh.”

His eyes transform from laughing to sexy again in an instant. “Take off your shirt, Layne. Then move up here some so I can get you as ready as I am.”

I respond immediately to the rough edge of his voice. My whole body tenses in excitement. I slowly remove my shirt and then let him pull my body up toward the top of the bed until he can lift his head and reach one of my breasts.

I feel slightly awkward, helpless, in this position, but it somehow arouses me even more. An ache of need grows between my legs as he suckles and nips, his hands sliding up so he can stroke my naked body.

“What happened to your underwear?” he asks, letting my breast slide out of his mouth as his hands grip my bare bottom.

“I took them off. Thought it’d be more convenient this way.”

He chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations when he takes my breast in his mouth again. “Good thinkin’.”

It’s not long before I’m whimpering and squirming, arousal hitting me deep and hard. Travis is still working on me with this mouth and also squeezing and stroking my ass, the back of my thighs, between my legs. When I can’t take any more, I straighten up and stare down at him, flushed and panting.

He gives me another one of those sexy, entitled smiles. “Looks like you’re ready now.”

I narrow my eyes. “Sex in the morning must make you smug.”

He chuckles and helps me as I pull off his underwear. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

I do like it. My heart is leaping like crazy, and I’m hot and wet between my legs. But I do my best to put on an aloof expression. “That’s just your ego talking.”

---