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He didn’t sugarcoat anything and damn, she liked it.
Travis was the one man who’d always been out of reach. Now he wasn’t. She turned. She wanted to see his face when she answered his question. He took another drink from the water bottle, his gaze boring into hers, unreadable but heated.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Because there’s nothing to think about right this minute other than sex and if you’re going to take it.”
A split second passed and Bella gripped the front of Travis’ shirt. “Yeah. I’m going to take it.” She jerked him forward and their lips met halfway. He rewarded her enthusiasm with a gasp when she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
He backed her into the glass doors and in an instant had one of her legs hitched around his hips. Frenzied and hot, she started to come undone with a simple kiss. Nothing had prepared her for the onslaught of feelings coursing through her body. He overwhelmed her. She’d intended for it to be a short meeting of lips and tongue, but it was so much more.
“Too many goddamn clothes,” he muttered against her lips. With his free hand, he ripped the buttons on her shirt. The pinging as they hit the floor filled the silence between them. Cool air breezed across her chest and she sighed into his mouth.
He lowered his head, sucking on the exposed skin of one breast above the bra cup. Heat suffused her. “Travis …”
“Want you, Bells.” He pushed her tits together and wedged his tongue into the tight valley he’d created. His hands slipped to her hips next and his mouth found the pulse in her throat. “Where’d your curves go, baby? God, so damn hot.”
“Life,” she said, confused, yet so turned on that a man like Travis would have liked her with a few more pounds.
“You were like a pin-up, full and lush. Wanted you so bad. Still do. Right now.”
“Too many clothes.” She repeated his words, shoved up his shirt until he let her go enough to shed it. She didn’t have time to register the canvas that was his chest and torso covered in bright ink.
Dear God … Pierced nipples. One ring. One barbell. The surprises kept coming. Exploring his body was going to be a treat. Tasting him, teasing him, trailing her fingers over the tattoos around his torso.
She leaned forward to indulge her desires, but Travis stopped her. “Later.”
He spun her around. Their reflections in the glass were hazy, but she could make out his darker, leaner shape behind her paler, full-figured one.
Travis’ fingers worked her bra free and she moaned when his scratchy hand slid up and down her bare spine. When he reached under the cups, she didn’t dare breathe, but she couldn’t hold it in. Her stomach trembled, and her thigh muscles clenched against her arousal. Sensations she never knew existed swamped her until she was feverish. Fulfillment at having him so close rocked her. Anticipation for what lay ahead soared through her body. Travis’ naked chest pressed to her back and his palms coasted over her breasts. His fingers pinched tips and she sucked air through her teeth, then dropped her head back. It connected with his and he turned, burying his face in her hair. It had been so long for her, for sex in general, and for rough sex—and that edge-of-pain sex—even longer.
“Oh, you like that,” Travis muttered into her shoulder. She shivered, hips twitching in a suggestive manner that he could never mistake.
He wanted her for sex; sex in exchange for her car. She wanted him for sex, too. But for no other reason than the fact that it was him. Travis.
Her parents and her ancestors would roll over in their graves if they could see who she was doing the nasty with. She’d kept her crush on him as secret as possible during her high school years, but dear God, the feel of him so close …
“I’ll get you off soon enough, Bells. I promise. Damn, as hot as it’s going to be … Summertime has nothing on us.”
As he talked, he pinched her nipples harder, grazed his teeth over the side of her neck and her shoulder. He licked the top of her arm before sinking into a bite. She wriggled against the glass and grasped for purchase where there was none. He never let go of her nipples, and the suction of his mouth on her arm drove her mad. If he sucked her like that anywhere else there’d be nothing left of her but a puddle.
“Please.” She couldn’t say more than that as he licked away the sting of his bite. A muted red mark would be visible by morning. Damn, she’d missed that. Her nipples smarted when he eased up on the pressure. And drifted his rough mechanic’s hands down her stomach, to the button of her sensible khaki pants.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this, Bella?”
“As long as I’ve wanted you.” She rested her head against the cool glass. The sooner he got inside her, the better. The sooner his warm hand got between her legs …
“Mmmm. I wanted to wait, to drag this out, take my time with you, but we’ll try that the next go ’round.” His arm circled her waist with the hair tickling her skin. “Bend over, baby,” he instructed.
He tugged her backward, her pants at her ankles. Her hands slid down the glass, squeaking along the surface. His fingers entered her then, testing her depths, stretching her tightness.
“Now … I remember hearing something about …” He slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. Bella jolted but Travis held her that much tighter. “Oh yes. I heard right. And fuck, you’re smooth. You definitely know how to kill a man.”
He slapped her again and again until her clit was on fire and the razor’s edge of orgasm hovered. Even air blowing against her made her moan.
That she was smooth and waxed to perfection … That she made sure every inch could be touched, smacked, tugged, and nibbled on? Well, there’d been no complaints before and she didn’t think there’d be any complaints from Travis either.
Travis pressed his chest against her back and feathered kisses down her spine. “You’ve got the hottest ass. I should take a belt to it.” To make his point, he dragged his hand up to one of the globes of her bottom and squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. “I’d like to see pretty red stripes on your pale skin.”
“H-how do you know I won’t be sunbathing naked?”
