Page 34 of Fashionista's Playbook

When his lips found mine again, a feral sound echoed inside me that sounded something like a moan.

Was that me?

Somehow, I fell back against the sofa and didn’t realize it until Travis hovered over me and moved between my thighs. His body was hard, warm. The weight of him that pressed me into the cushions was thrilling.

His hands skated up my sides, bunching and shifting material, threatening to expose skin, and teasing across my ribs.

He was touching me, which meant I could touch back. I’d made love to a man before, but never one with rippling, corded muscles across his middle. The very thought was more arousing than I could have ever imagined.

Seizing the opportunity, I shoved my hands beneath his shirt and stroked up his stomach, relishing the way he trembled beneath my touch.

This time, the muted sound of pleasure came from Travis. He ripped his lips from mine and shucked his shirt somewhere across the room. I drank in the sight of him, the combination of muscle and ink was possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. All of him, so arousing he stole my breath.

With my hands on his chest now, Travis grinned and adjusted his groin. Which drew my gaze to the very obvious bulge there. Never had the sheer size of a man’s dick been intimidating—I sucked in an excited breath.

“Wow, yeah, I think you’re going to have to go with Speedo shorts. Shark Week is family television, after all.” Apparently, I even babbled in the middle of a heavy make out session.

Get ahold of yourself, Moriah.

Travis rumbled a low chuckle and leaned back to nip at my bottom lip, then my jaw.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve made out with a boy.” I practically purred the last word as his lips brushed across my cleavage.

“Think I can get to second base?” He glanced up at me, something wicked and delicious dancing in his eyes.

I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Travis

When her fingers wrapped around mine, trembling slightly, I marveled at the touch. Moriah was one of the most guarded people I’d met. That one simple act struck me straight in the solar plexus. I’d give her anything she asked for—because she took my hand.

When her lips, so warm and wanting, moved against me I held myself still. Tension shifted from my shoulders to my groin. Making out with Moriah on the couch might not be the most noble decision I’d ever made. But having her hands on me, her tongue dancing against mine, was the first time I’d reallyfeltanything in a long time.

That feeling was more than physical sensation, like a wall inside had crumbled and allowed me to experience every part of this moment in vivid, sharp contrast. Kissing Moriah made me want to make everything in life easier for her, give her whatever she wanted, so I could keep feeling this way.

This was dangerous. I should leave her now, jack off in the shower, and call it a night. I couldn’t afford to feel these things. And yet, here I was wrenching my mouth from hers, to watch as she dragged my hand to her breast.

“Is this second base?” Her long, blonde-tipped lashes fluttered.

The throaty sound of her voice brought to mind all sorts of dirty things that Moriah was too good for.

I sucked air in between my teeth, caressed her until her nipple went pebble hard through her clothes and brushed across my palm. Moriah had an amazing rack, the kind that I fantasized about burying my head against or my dick between.

I tugged her shirt up until a black, silk covered breast sprang free. The nipple strained against the fabric, practically begging to be touched again—sucked. My thumb grazed across the hard nub, my body tensing and my cock throbbing when her swollen lips parted, and she gasped.

Her reaction to my touch was more maddening than the warmth of her skin.

Cupping her breast, I kneaded it gently at first marveling at the way it moved with my touch. More than a handful, enough to get lost in.

“That’s second base.” I whispered, barely able to recognize my own voice it was so thick.

“And third?” She teased, but her words were caught on a gasp as my other hand slipped beneath her bra toreallytouch her.

Lust was so tightly wrapped around me, that the only answer I could muster was to kiss her.

She responded, sucking my tongue into her mouth, pressing that delectable body against me until my cock throbbed with need. Baseball wasn’t my game, but I showed her third base, sliding my palm between us down her stomach, between her legs. With two fingers I stroked against the damp heat between her thighs.

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