Page 51 of It's Always Been You

“You hacked in?”

A file opened with a URL and a set of numbers. Another window opened with a list of words—passwords.

Caitlin highlighted the URL and pasted it on a web browser. The homepage of a bank in the Cayman Islands came up.

This time, Travis’s heart leapt to his throat. “Goddamn, sunshine.”

Caitlin’s tongue was caught between her teeth, a ridiculously pleased smile graced her face as her fingers continued to pound the keyboard. Soon, the bank account details came up.

Travis gave a low whistle. “Twenty five million plus change. Damn, babe. You had that drive in that box in your room? You should have let me keep it in my safe.”

“I didn’t exactly trust you,” Caitlin said bluntly.

The old Travis would have been offended, stomped off to his study, and brooded. But something subliminal had changed between them over the past week. Ever since their dinner date, there was this connection that snapped in place despite their discord. Fragile like a silken thread, he wasn’t about to screw it up.

“Fair enough,” Travis said in a measured tone. “Do you trust me now?”

She glanced up at him. “I do.”

Those two simple words felt like the vows Sarah had said to him on the day of their wedding. And just like the best day of his life, Caitlin was saying those same words now, all but entrusting him with her life.

He shifted her slightly in his arms and looked into her eyes. “Shut it down, Caitlin.”

“What?”

“Shut it down,” he repeated.

“My laptop? But I’m on a roll.”

His hand dug into the back of her head, pulling her closer. He said against her lips, “Shut—it—down. Because in less than sixty seconds, you’ll be flat on your back, your legs spread, with my mouth fucking that pussy.”

Her eyes doubled in size. Travis grinned wolfishly. “Fifty-five seconds, babe.”

“I—I,” Caitlin stammered as she dragged her gaze away from his. She frantically logged out from the website and started closing the open windows.

He nuzzled her neck, pressing open-mouth kisses on that sensitive pulse that seemed to quiver faster at his touch.

“Travis . . .” She was breathless now. Good. Because he could fucking come in his pants given the anticipation. And if anything interfered with him finally sinking into that lush heat of hers, he could very well kill somebody, probably himself.

His mouth trailed up her ear. He tugged on the lobe lightly and whispered, “Forty seconds.”

He relieved her of the laptop and laid it on the side table. Without another word, and with his eyes heatedly trained on hers, he gently laid her on her back, wedging his hips securely between her thighs, effectively bunching her skirt around her hips.

For a second they just stared at each other; then he lowered his head and took her lips in a persuasive kiss. Her mouth opened beneath his probing tongue, and he took the opportunity to taste her, to stroke the inside of her mouth and swirl his tongue around hers. One hand stole behind her neck to pull the string that held up the fabric covering her breasts. He lowered his head and nosed the scrap of material further down, and when his mouth reached the peak of one breast, he stopped and paid homage. Unintelligible sounds started toescape his woman’s lips as her hands gripped his hair and her limbs tightened around him.

He sucked on a nipple; her torso arched in response.

“Travis . . .” She sighed his name. His fingers trailed down her thigh and she abraded her hips against the ridge of his pants, rubbing desperately against him.

“You don’t stop that, sunshine, you’re not getting my mouth,” Travis groaned against her breast. He pulled back and sat on his haunches, staring at the vision before him.

Her arms were cocked at the elbows, hands beside her face, tits exposed to his starved eyes. Her legs bared, Caitlin tried to close them, but Travis stopped her. “Don’t.” Travis held her knees apart; then his hands slid down her thighs, hooking the waistband of her panties and drawing them off her legs.

He was rigid with the force of his lust.

He spread her legs wider; then he leaned in and feasted. His tongue laved the addictive nectar glistening from her core. Spreading the pretty pink lips with his tongue and stroking up and lightly sucking on her clit, Caitlin’s moans spurred him to stroke harder. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and her legs tried to squeeze his head, but he growled and pushed one leg over the couch as he burrowed further into her softness, ravishing the tender folds of her sex with his devouring mouth. Her clit grew turgid with her arousal, and he felt her orgasm hit her.

She screamed his name, imploring him to stop, but his yearning for her taste, the musky honey that was uniquely her fragrance, fueled him to continue plundering on her supple flesh.

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