Page 36 of It's Always Been You

“Don’t lay this on me,” he interrupted brusquely, lowering his voice. “I don’t want the same woman. I want you—Caitlin Kincaid. You’re the one having doubts. That’s why I don’t want to delay intimacy between us any longer.”

“Travis—”

He ignored her and asked for the check.

“Travis—”

“It’s time, Caitlin,” Travis said. “Time for you to be reacquainted with me. Your husband”—his nostrils flared—“in every way.”

The driveback to the house was wrought with sexual tension.An electrified charge bounced between them. Travis’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Damned woman was driving him insane. He needed her. He wanted to sink inside her, but he wanted her to be willing, which was why he took care of himself earlier before he got ready for their date. And he was thankful he did, because he didn’t think he had the strength to hold back after Caitlin had appeared before him looking like a vision from a dream. But nothing was going to stop him from tasting her.

He glanced briefly over to her. In the dim light of the SUV, he could see the exposed length of her legs. All he needed to do was shove up that skirt, throw her legs over his shoulders, and bury his face into her sensual heat. He swore he could almost smell her arousal.

Brake lights started to blink sporadically ahead. He cursed. Traffic. Welcome to Washington DC. What possessed him to pick a faraway restaurant for dinner? Because he wanted to impress her. Well, he absolutely couldn’t wait to taste her.

He spotted an exit. It would take them around the Beltway on a relatively empty stretch of road and add another thirty minutes to their trip home, but looking at the Beltway traffic, that would still be the faster alternative.

Travis cut in sharply in front of a car, which honked angrily at him.

“What are you doing?” Caitlin screeched.

“Traffic.”

“I see that but—”

“I’m taking a different route home,” Travis informed her.

He groaned when he saw the road was not as deserted as he thought, figuring everyone else had the same idea. He tried to think of another route, but by this time his brain was dead and all the thinking had gone south.

He spotted a farm with a long driveway lined with trees. Perfect.

He made a right turn into the farm’s entrance.

“Travis, it says private property,” Caitlin said in alarm.

Ignoring her, he rolled the SUV a hundred feet up under a plush canopy of trees, cut the engine, and turned off the headlights.

He slammed out of the vehicle, rounded the front to get to her side, and yanked her door open. He plucked her out of her seat, and deposited her into the back one, following in right behind her.

“Are you crazy?” Caitlin hissed. “On the side of the road, Travis? Really?”

“You make me do crazy things, babe,” he said before he pushed her flat on her back. He shoved her skirt up, spreading her thighs, one leg up and cocked at the knee, the other leg had its foot resting on the floor of the SUV.

“Travis.” She tried to push up, but he pressed her down again and wedged himself between her legs, covered her body, and shut her up with his mouth. She yielded to his probing tongue. Fuck, she tasted of chocolate cake and vanilla. So damned sweet.

His hand searched for the zipper of her top.

“Where’s the damned zipper?” he rasped against her lips.

“Side.”

Fucking women’s clothes were so complicated, Travis thought desperately until he finally found the damned thing and yanked it down. The bodice loosened. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth left her lips as he hungrily fastened his teeth on her nipple. She moaned in response, spurring him to suck at the turgid tip even as his hand searched between her legs. He felt her spread her legs automatically, pushing her pussy desperately into his fingers.

He was going to lose his shit. His fingers were drenched.

Giving her nipple one last twirl with his tongue, he cursed the cramped space and had her sit up partially so he could get in position. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face between her thighs.

Oh, fuck me! Her feminine musk. He missed this. The taste of her finally on his tongue. He growled and feasted ferociously. He held the crotch of her panties to one side so he could run his tongue over her clit. Teasing the swollen nub out of its hood, he drew in the moisture from her pussy to bathe the bundle of nerves in slickness before he gently sucked it between his lips. He remembered exactly how she liked it. And she shot off like a rocket when he did his combo move with his tongue and lips.

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