Page 38 of It's Always Been You

“Yeah? And are you going to deny you were screaming my name while you were creaming all over my mouth and fingers an hour ago?”

“Don’t be crude! God!” Caitlin threw up her arms in frustration.

“I’m done waiting for you to come around, so let me clue you in, Cat,” Travis said. “I’ve tasted you again, and, babe, it’s fucking sweet. Not living without that again even for a single second. You’ll be waking up in my bed, every morning with me wrapped around you. You may also find me with my dick inside you or with my mouth on your pussy—”

Oh, my God, I’m having another orgasm, Caitlin thought.

“—I decide how to wake you up, and I promise you’ll love it.”

Well, she did tell Dr. Lester she wanted Travis to show her his true colors, and it appeared she had gotten her wish. Sowhy was she all frigging tongue-tied right now? Because his proximity affected her so much, and she was finding it an effort to even breathe. Unable to speak, she let her eyes do the talking, shooting sparks of defiance at him.

One dark brow quirked up in amusement. He was laughing at her?

She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and said, “This Neanderthal act won’t work with me. Good night!”

And with her chin jutting out, she stomped toward the staircase. At the bottom of the landing, she bent to unstrap her sandals. When she managed to take both of them off, she found herself suddenly upside down, moving up the stairs, and staring at a very nice masculine ass.

He did not just toss her over his shoulder!

“What the hell are you doing?” Her voice came out shriller than she wanted.

Travis just grunted a response and before long she found herself thrown on a bed with over two-hundred-pounds of pure sex-on-a-stick falling on top of her. She could be underhanded too and yanked his hair viciously.

He growled deep in his throat, circled her wrists with his hands, and slammed them on either side of her head.

“Stop fighting,” he ordered.

She raised her head and screeched into his face. “No!”

She caught a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes before he blocked her vision when his lips came crashing down on hers. Before he could shove his tongue into her mouth, she bit him. Travis cursed as she wiggled underneath him. She was only too aware of the growing bulge rubbing against her thighs.

She shouldn’t be so freaking aroused. Was he right when he said she liked it rough?

“You still play dirty,” he rasped. He released her hands and immediately sought the delta between her legs. “But so can . . . fuck, babe, you’re soaked.” He tore her underwear off and slipped his fingers inside her. “Your pussy’s saying yes.”He placed open mouth kisses down her jaw before returning to her lips, obviously not caring if she bit him again. Her mouth opened to allow entry to his tongue. He groaned into her mouth and deepened the kiss while his fingers stroked a particularly sensitive spot in her core, the sensations suddenly coalescing into an unbearable pulsing. She wanted him. She opened her legs further, rubbing herself against his hardness. It wasn’t enough.

She started fumbling for his belt buckle and his zipper. He lifted his head and said hoarsely, “Are you sure? I wasn’t going to—”

“Yes . . . I need you, Travis.”

Finally, his erection sprang free. His face was unreadable as he backed away slightly. Oh, Lord. He was huge—long and thick—his stiff phallus veined and pulsing fiercely in her hand. He wrapped her legs higher around him, flattening her on her back. She lost hold of him. She felt him roll the head of his cock along the folds of her sex, coating himself with her moisture in preparation to enter her.

She tingled in anticipation, the breaching head of his shaft stretching her, until suddenly, she froze. He was bareback.

“Wait!”

“Caitlin,” his voice was strangled. “You’re killing me, babe.”

“Condom.”

He stilled and stared at her intently. “I’m clean. I swear.”

“I am too, but I’m not on birth control.”

She could have imagined it, but a possessive gleam entered his eyes. She didn’t like it.

“It’s fine. We’ll take care of it.” He resumed pushing in.

What the hell? What did he mean?That he was going to pull out or he would spill into her anyway. Either thought had no appeal to her. He was not the one who would be carrying a baby for nine months. Freaking Neanderthal.

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