Page 127 of Receiving His Mercy
“What are you doing?” she asked as he moved between her open legs.
“I’m going to give you one more chance to tell me what’s wrong. And I should warn you that if you lie again and say it’s nothing, I am going to spank your ass until it’s red and sitting becomes a distant memory.”
“Do you want a woman who’s not a hassle?” she blurted out. “Who doesn’t give you any issues or drama? Who has her life together? Because I’m not that person.”
He shook his head and she thought he would deny it. Then he let out a huff of laughter. What was so funny? This wasn’t amusing.
“Not sure how you know that, but since you seemed to find out in the bathroom, I’m going to guess it was some subs with big mouths.”
“Does it matter how I know?”
“No. What matters is that you know this.” He grasped hold of her chin. “I thought I wanted that. I thought I wanted easy and peaceful. For years, I never wanted to be with anyone because I knew that I would be overprotective and overbearing. Because I know the world can be a dangerous place and that they would be mine to take care of. So I thought that if I did get involved with someone, it would be a woman who led a calm, boring life. Who would never be in danger. But you know what?”
“No,” she said hoarsely, not liking where this was going.
“I would have been bored silly after a week. Because what I want is fun and color. I want a woman who, when she laughs, it’s with her whole body. I want a woman who isn’t afraid to be who she wants to be. Who will do whatever is necessary for a friend because she loves fiercely and is loyal to her core. I wanta woman who might come with issues and drama, but she is fucking worth it. That woman is you.”
“Oh.”
That was all she had to say? So eloquent. Then she threw herself at him. “I want you too.”
He chuckled. “I know you do, baby. Come on, we’re heading home.”
31
Caren was pretty certain that she was never going to walk again.
“You okay, Goldie?” Travis asked her as he carried her into the bedroom and settled her down on the bed.
They’d just shared a shower after he’d fucked her against the wall. He’d had her pressed up against it almost before the door shut on his apartment. And then he’d taken her on the floor.
Finally, he’d fucked her nice and slow in the shower.
And now she was dead.
“I’ve died. Don’t worry about me. I might come back to life after fifteen hours sleep, four cups of coffee, and a bagel. Then again, maybe not.”
He settled in next to her. She noticed that he hadn’t bothered to dress either of them. How the heck was she going to find the energy to get up and find some pajamas?
Travis drew her against him with a chuckle. “Poor baby. Too much?”
“Wash your mouth out,” she said with a grin. “Never too much.” She yawned. Loudly. “Oops. Sorry.”
“Never be sorry,” he told her, rubbing her ass.
Oh, that was so nice.
“Do you think Rory is okay?” she asked.
“Thought I had distracted you enough that you wouldn’t worry about her.”
She managed to lean up on one elbow to stare down at him. “Oh, was that your plan? It had nothing to do with wanting to make me scream your name and beg you to come over and over? You were simply distracting me?”
He grinned as he put his hands behind his head. Damn it. It was difficult to pretend to be mad when he was looking so delicious.
That chest of his was a piece of art.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he teased.
