Page 69 of Fashionista's Playbook

When he broke from my mouth, nostrils flaring and veins throbbing in his neck, I ripped at his shirt in desperate desire to see and stroke the hard wall of muscle I knew I would find. He sat up, ripped the shirt away, and tossed his head back as I ran my fingers down his chest.

His groan? The way he trembled because I touched him? Was the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t get enough.

I’d watched the game, as millions of people cheered for him, a warrior in pads and a helmet. He played for them, was a part of their very being.

But for this—he was mine. The punch of possessiveness was novel and exciting.

“Oh baby.” He peered down at me, stroked his hands up my sides so that the thin, pink material slowly exposed flesh. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“No.” I gasped. “Tell me.”

He did, whispering in Spanish. The words were lyrical, sexy, and sent shivers of gooseflesh across my skin. His thumbs circled my nipples as he nipped the hollow at the base of my throat. He teased the buds to taut peaks. “You turn heads when you walk into a room, and you have no clue. But they don’t see you like this—this is all mine.”

I squirmed, though not sure if it was from his touch or the compliment. “Travis…” Not that it mattered, I wanted, noneededhim inside me. When I reached for the length of him, he brushed my hands away.

“I need a condom, Mariposa.” He leaned forward and sucked a hard bud into his mouth.

I cried out, gripped at his sides, and sank my nails in. When I writhed, his arousal brushed against my groin through the thin yoga pants I wore.

He flicked his tongue around my nipple now, kneading my breasts. “I fucking love this part of you. I remember one night you wore this same damn outfit, ran into me downstairs. Did I ever tell you what I did when I went back to my room? Who I fantasized about when I rubbed one out in the shower?”

It was beyond me that he could possibly wantmethat much.

When I reached to pull at his joggers, Travis snatched my hand. “Wait.”

Dropping it, he chuckled and moved from the bed and toward the door. “Stay just like that and I’ll be right back.”

I wasn’t about to do as I was told.

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I pressed a hand to my stomach in an attempt to quiet the nervous butterflies that danced there. I’d never dressed up for a man before and this negligee wasn’t my usual flair. Two strips of dark red lace covered both breasts, with a bow between them, then one piece that clung down the middle.

Travis stepped into the room and his lips parted. “Moriah, I can’t—you made that?”

I ducked my head, forcing my eyes away from the flash of dark desire in his. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” He ran a hand over his mouth and grinned. He reached the bed and slipped a piece of the lace between two fingers. “It shows just enough that I want more.”

I took a slow breath as his fingers traveled to the bow. He stepped out of his pants, shucked his underwear, and crawled onto the bed with me.

“You’re my undoing,” he whispered huskily against my neck. “You surprise me in the most amazing ways.” He kissed me there, slowly. He stroked down my back and paused when his palms grazed the bare skin of my ass. “Thong?”

“Mmhmm.” I wriggled from his grasp and turned, allowing him to see for himself.

“Mariposa, baby, I need one thing from you right now.” His voice cracked like a teenager’s. “And if you let me do this, I swear...” When I glanced over my shoulder, his eyes were wild. “I’m begging you.”

His heated reaction emboldened me. I gave him my best saucy grin. “Go on…”

“Bend over, just like that, and let me have you that way.”

My heart raced. Not because of the position, but the husky, desperate sound of his voice.

I slowly lowered myself to my palms and Travis swore under his breath in Spanish.

Unlike the night after the Jones’ event, Travis didn’t rip away the fabric. My multi-million dollar a year, tough-as-nails athlete lover, gently brushed his fingers across the lace between my legs. Over and over, the only sound I could hear other than the beat of my heart was his measured breathing.

I shivered, moisture pooling at the core of my arousal. The brush of his fingers alone drove me half mad with need. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the sound of plastic ripping as he opened the condom cut through everything else.

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