Page 40 of Too Little Too Soon
“Do it.”
ChapterFourteen
Travis rolled onto his side,and for a few quick breaths, Ava stayed where she was, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her heart pounded like mad; her breathing was becoming more and more erratic by the second.
She turned to face him, her hand landing on his hip, resting there, not squeezing. Waiting.
Hoping he’d accept the challenge she’d just issued.
“You have no idea…” His gaze skated over her face, zoning in on her lips. She parted them, her tongue darting out to lick them before she bit down on her lower one.
His eyes flared.
“About what?” she whispered.
“How badly I want to fuck you right now.”
She gasped—again. He needed to quit talking and start doing, damn it.
Grasping his hand, she guided it to her hair. His fingers curled and flexed, tangling in her tresses.
Yes, please.
“Don’t tease me,” she said, staring him down.
“Fuck me, you make it hard…”
Her gaze dropped to his sweatpants, where an impressive bulge was growing still larger.
He snorted and suddenly rolled, taking her with him, until she lay beneath him, that bulge pressing right between her thighs. His hand tightened around her hair, not painfully, but enough for her to laser focus. On him. On them. On what she hoped was about to happen.
Brushing his lips against hers, featherlight, he murmured, “This is a terrible idea.”
Her fingers curled against his shirt. “No, it isn’t.”
“Damn it.” He slammed his lips against hers, opening, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, clutching her hair, holding her in place.
She moaned, sliding her hands under his shirt, dragging her nails down his back.
“Fuck me,” he grumbled, breaking the kiss and abruptly rolling away from her.
“Travis, don’t—”
He stepped into the bathroom and returned a moment later, dropped a handful of condoms on the bedside table before returning to the bed, covering her with his body again.
“I think what you meant wasyes, please,” he teased.
She laughed. “Exactly.”
Reaching over his head, he grabbed the collar of his shirt, flipped it off, and let it drop onto the floor before he focused on unlatching the buttons on her shirt. His fingers kept brushing her skin. It wasn’t an accident.
By the time he finally spread her shirt wide, revealing her blush-colored bra, her hips were gyrating like she was practicing to be on stage.
Grabbing a handful of her backside, he ground against her. “Is that what you want, sugar?”
She nodded eagerly.
One side of his lips lifted. “You’re going to have to wait. I have things I want to do first.”
