Page 36 of All for You

“Travis.” I don’t recognize my own voice, it’s so low and growly, so full of emotion.

He cups my cheek, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of my cheekbone. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Our mouths crash together in a scorching kiss, hungry and intense.

After a long moment, Travis breaks our connection to trail a path along my jawline to that sensitive spot on my neck. “God, Rachel.” He groans, sucking in a deep breath. “You drive me crazy.”

“The feeling’s mutual, cowboy.”

He dips his head and sucks one nipple between his lips, teasing the tip with his tongue, circling it, tasting it. Savoring it.

I gasp and push more fully into his mouth before he moves to the other giving it the same amount of attention before going back and forth until both breasts are swollen, red, and wet with his saliva.

The perfume of bluebonnets mingles with the warm scent of him, as Travis works his way down my stomach, kissing, nipping, and sucking until he settles between my legs, lifting them to rest comfortably over his shoulders.

Closing my eyes, I breathe deep, loving how he treats me, makes me feel. Like I’m special, appreciated, loved.

“Open your eyes, honey. I want to watch you.”

I open my eyes just as he swipes his tongue through my pussy, capturing and swallowing my flavor, licking and eating me like I’m the sweetest barbecue. He takes the time to tease my clit with little circles and flicks, caressing it almost ruthlessly until I’m squirming and panting.

I’m momentarily disappointed lifts his head and crawls over me until our bodies instinctually align, and then he enters me with a slow thrust that draws deep moans from both of us.

We move as one, each plunge pushing us higher, and I realize the sun’s warmth is nothing compared to the heat we generate between us.

“Travis.” I dig my nails into his shoulders and my heels into his back. “Please...”

His control finally slips, and he drives into me with a fervor that matches the wild beating of our hearts.

“Harder,” I beg. “Faster.”

A coil of tension winds tight in my gut. His grunts echo my breathy cries, our passion building and unstoppable, and I cry out, shattering around him, my body shaking as my release washes over me.

That’s all it takes to send Travis over the edge, spilling into me with a guttural growl, his hips jerking through his orgasm.

In the afterglow, there is no room for pretense or playacting. I know with absolute certainty that what we just shared was real—and I don’t want to let him go.

I’ve fallen head over boot heels in love with Travis Kincaid.

As I lay back in the field of bluebonnets, staring up at the vast Texas sky, my skin still tingles from Travis’s touch. A lazy, satisfied warmth spreads through me, mixing with the soft scent of crushed flowers. I turn my head to watch him as he buttons his jeans, his movements unhurried. He catches me staring and gives a half-smile that makes my heart do a ridiculous little flip.

I sit up and smooth out my clothes. My hair is still a wild mess, so I tried to tame it with my fingers, but truth be told, I don’t really care. I happen to like the disheveled look.

“Got plans for dinner?” he asks, pulling on his flannel shirt. It has a tear in the elbow I hadn’t noticed before. The man can afford a new shirt, so maybe it’s a favorite, or, like me, he doesn’t care about things like that.

“Not yet.” I stand and brush bits of grass and flowers from my clothes. “Why? You cooking?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

I like how he never makes a big deal out of anything and talks like every word costs him something. It makes what he says feel important, as if he weighs it beforehand.

My phone buzzes, and I fish it out of my purse in the saddlebag, finding a message.

MOM:

Rachel, I’m so sorry about everything. Can we talk?

I sigh.

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