Page 96 of Maybe We Can Fake It

“Same,” I tell him, barely resisting the urge to nuzzle my head into his hand like a cat.

“And you know, the night doesn’t have to end here.”

“What do you mean?”

He gives me a small smile. “I mean I could give Grant and Elise a few minutes to get out of here, then I could head back to my place. Or...”

“Or?” I whisper, like he’s about to tell me a secret.

His brown eyes study me as he cradles my face in his warm palm. Then he says, “Or I could stay, and we could go up to your room.”

Oh my god.

I’ve hooked up with him a handful of times now, and he’s said some surprisingly filthy things to me. So why does that simple sentence sound like the goddamn sexiest thing I’ve ever heard?

I worried our hooking up was over now that he doesn’t need to share a bedroom with me anymore. But here he is, looking at me like he wants this to continue as much as I do.

He tilts his head, waiting for my answer.

“Stay,” I tell him.

And then I throw myself at him.

My hands land on his chest, and he wraps both arms around me as we kiss, his fingers curling into the material of my shirt. I run my palms up his pecs, then wrap one hand around the back of his neck so he can’t get away. His mouth is hot and insistent against mine. When he urges me to open up for him, I do it eagerly, letting his tongue explore.

We kiss our way up the stairs, doing our best not to make too much noise, but unwilling to let each other go. By the time we make it to my room, my lips are almost swollen, yet still, I’m insatiable.

Travis guides me to the bed, where he pushes me down on my back, commanding and gentle at the same time. He kneels on the floor to take off my shoes, then kicks off his own before climbing on top of me.

His hands travel my body, lighting everywhere he touches on fire, even through my clothes. I’m burning up for him. My need to touch him during the drive here has nothing on the intense need I feel now. If we’re not naked together in the next minute, I’ll go out of my mind.

I try to make that happen by yanking at his shirt until it comes untucked from his jeans. Who knew this man would look as hot in a button-down as he does in flannel and a black T-shirt?

Unfortunately, this shirt is more difficult to get him out of. I only get one button undone before I get frustrated and attempt to rip the whole thing off him.

I’m entirely ineffectual at that, of course, and his hand covers mine to stop me. He sits up, straddling my hips, and finishes undoing the buttons with long, skillful fingers. And while I appreciate the striptease, I don’t have time for this. It’s essentialfor my survival that we get naked and he gets back to touching me.

“Hurry up,” I urge, working hastily on my own clothes now.

He chuckles. “Someone’s impatient.”

“Someone’s horny,” I fire back. “Now do you want to keep teasing me or do you want to let me get my hands on your dick?”

His eyes flash with lust, then he smirks. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware I was teasing you.”

This entire night has felt like a tease. Not only a tease for orgasms, but a tease of something more. I don’t tell him that though.

I whine in protest when he rolls off me, but then I realize he’s taking off his jeans, which is fantastic. He removes his boxers too, tossing them to the floor. Then he laughs at me, watching me try to wriggle my way out of my pants before he moves in to help.

Finally—fuckingfinally—we’re both naked. Getting on top of me again, he lines up our cocks so that they slide gloriously against each other as he rolls his hips. He’s got one arm braced beside my head to hold himself up, and when he grips both of our cocks in his other hand and starts stroking slowly, I turn my head to the side and bite him, because I don’t know what else to do with how good this feels.

He growls, making my dick jerk in his hand. And this wild kingdom thing we’ve got going on is great, but I need him to make me come, and then I need to make him come. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re both coming our brains out very, very soon.

Apparently, he has other ideas about dragging this out though. Because he lets go of our cocks and slides himself down my body until he’s settled between my legs, which he spreads open by wrapping a strong hand around each of my thighs.

He gives me a feral look, right before he leans down and sucks at the crease of my thigh and groin.

“Unnngh,” I moan.

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