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The feel of his rough work-ready hands on my bare skin sends electricity coursing through me. I want to memorize every touch, every sensation. He’s tender, unhurried, almost worshipful. His touch is reverent as if detailing every curve and dip of my body. I gasp and moan under every caress, every touch of his fingers, his tongue, his lips, lost in a haze of pleasure as he takes his time discovering me.

When he finally leaves me to retrieve a condom from his wallet, we’re both breathing heavily and damp with sweat. Our eyes are hazy with passion, and our fingers tremble.

Travis climbs back onto the bed, and I spread wide to welcome him.

“I don’t think I can take this slow, honey.”

“I don’t want slow, Travis. I want you just as much as you want me.”

He settles between my thighs, and I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips. He wastes no time lining up and drives deep with long, sure strokes designed to drive me wild. He dips his head to take my nipple into his mouth, and sucks, drawing a cry from my lips.

Reaching for him, I dig my nails into his shoulders. I can’t believe we’re joined together, but the feeling is indescribable.

We move as one, our bodies finding a perfect tempo like we’ve done this thousands of times. A pace that pushes us both toward an explosive climax.

“Rachel.” Travis groans, his forehead pressed to mine. “God, you feel amazing.”

I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection and find myself speechless. As the tension builds, his movements became urgent, and still, I meet him thrust for thrust. I slide my hands down his back to his ass and squeeze as we chase our release together.

When he slips one hand down between us and rubs my clit, it only takes a moment from that sensitive touch before it finally washes over me. I cry out his name as stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and my body bucks, my back arching tight.

Travis pounds into me, sweat rolling down the side of his face as he finds his own release a moment later.

The world narrows to just us—as we come down from our high, the dampness cooling on our skin, and I cling to Travis, torn between the urge to guard my heart and the desire to let go completely.

It would be so easy to fall in love with this man.

Chapter 8

Travis

Iblink awake, the sunlight filtering through Rachel’s threadbare curtains smacking me right in the face. But with her warm body pressed against my side, soft and inviting, damned if I care. It’s nice waking up next to someone again. I’d almost forgotten what it feels like.

Rachel’s presence fills a void I’ve ignored for the last few years, and I want to drink her in and lose myself in the comfort of her presence.

She stirs, nuzzling closer, tossing one leg over mine, her hand resting on the center of my chest. The t-shirt she insisted on wearing has ridden up, exposing a tantalizing strip of skin over her hip. I trace my fingers along her side and down, marveling at how right this feels.

Her face shines in the soft morning light, giving her an angelic look. How can someone so beautiful be interested in a man like me? Somebody over ten years older. Somebody whose life is tied to his family’s legacy and land. A job that doesn’t start at nine and end at five. It’s a dirty, dusty life. A life that can come with significant highs and lows. The cynical part of my brain wonders what she really wants. Money? Status in town? But I push the invasive thoughts away, hating myself for doubting her.

Rachel deserves better than my suspicion. Her warmth, her genuine smile—they’re real, and it’s something I want in my life more than I care to admit. But years of constantly being on guard don’t fade overnight, no matter how much I wish they would. I’ve had too many people try to take advantage, pretending to want one thing when they really wanted access to my family’s money. Thank God Mother insisted on a prenup when I married Amelia. We fought about it when she suggested it, fought even more when Amelia found out, but it is one thing I thanked Mother for after. Even Dad’s heart attack brought a few less-than-desirable men sniffing around Mom. I chase them away quick enough, but there’s always the next gold-digger waiting on the sidelines. Even cute little towns like Cupid’s Creek aren’t immune to shit like that.

Beside me, Rachel stretches like a contented cat, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “Morning, cowboy.”

“Mornin’, honey.” My voice is still rough with sleep. “Sleep well?”

She props herself up on one elbow, an impish illumination in her expression. “Oh, I’d say I slept pretty damn well, all things considered.”

With my arm wrapped around her back, I hug her to me. “Glad to hear it.”

Then I release her, reach over to the bedside table and quickly don the last of my condoms. I waste no time rolling her beneath me, claiming her lips and slipping deep inside to lose myself in her warm sleepy softness.

After a night of hungry get-to-know-each-other and can’t-get-enough-of-you sex, this morning we rock together gently, savoring the special sweetness of the moment. There’s no need to rush, no need to push. For once, I allow myself to simply bask in the deliciousness of her body, amazed at how well we fit together. Like this was meant to be.

As we reach the pinnacle, our sighs and gasps become silent puffs of air in each other’s ears, and we slowly relax into the mattress as our bodies come to rest. I kiss her forehead before slipping from the bed to get rid of the latex and gather a warm wet cloth to clean her. Then returning to her side, I tuck her into the crook of my arm again.

She smiles. “So, are you always like this in the morning?”

Running my fingers through my tousled hair and over my face, wiping grit from eyes, I laugh into the palm of my hand. “Only when I wake up next to a beautiful woman.”

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