Page 35 of It's Always Been You

“I-I need more time.”

Travis inclined his head. “I know. But you have to know, the longer you make me wait, the harder I’m fucking you.”

“Wh-what?” And why was she pulsing between her legs?

“I like it rough. You do too. And how long you keep mefrom sinking my cock into your pussy will be proportional to how many days you’ll still be feeling me between your legs—long—after—I’ve—fucked—you,” Travis clarified. “I intend to fuck you every day. Which means, every hour, every minute, and every fucking second, you’ll be feeling me inside you.”

A hungry gleam entered his eyes.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation over dinner.”

Travis leaned back, quirking a brow. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Porter.”

Travis scowled. “I didn’t know he was going to see you today, Cat. I would have preferred it if I had been with you during your first meeting with the admiral.”

“I thought you knew.”

“I’ll never throw you to the wolves,” Travis said. “Porter can be pushy. Although”—he paused and smiled—“he did tell me you had a mouth on you.”

“He was pushy,” Caitlin affirmed.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with his demands, don’t do it. Tell him to talk to me.”

“I handled him, didn’t I?”

“I know, sunshine,” Travis sighed. “I can’t help but feel protective of you. It’s my nature, babe.”

“Come here,” Caitlin whispered.

Baffled, he leaned halfway between them. Caitlin did the same and brushed a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, the emotion in his eyes almost prevented her from speaking her next words.

“Thank you, Trav. I appreciate it. I really do.”

“I haven’t told him you broke into the files. It’s not my news to tell, so I’ll leave it up to you,” Travis said after a beat. “Besides, I didn’t want him ruining our date tonight.”

They resumed eating in comfortable silence, which waspunctuated with random small talk about BSI, her therapy at the NEST, and what she wanted to do for the next few days.

Over dessert, Travis watched her intently, like he wanted to ask her something, but didn’t know how.

“What?” Caitlin prompted when she couldn’t stand the scrutiny any longer.

“I think it’s time for me to tell my parents that you’re alive,” Travis said. “That their son is still married.”

“Are we?”

“I feel married. I’m going to arrange another ceremony and—”

“Travis, slow down.” Caitlin’s mind was spinning. “Can we handle one thing at a time? I’m okay not having all the legalities worked out yet.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Look, it’s only been two weeks. The doctor told me I may have had a personality change from how hard I hit my head.”

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was brittle and cold.

“You may not want to stay married to me. I may not be the same woman—”

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