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I could tell the strength that the man had, especially seeing the vein in his neck that was pulsing.
Then he entered me, little by little, stopping to give me time to acclimate to the intrusion.
“Fuck. I’m glad I waited for you, babe. But goddamn why couldn’t I have met you a hell of a lot sooner?” He asked.
“Because our time hadn’t come yet.” I whispered as he brought his mouth to mine, and then, he pushed forward.
The barrier had broken, and I was no longer a virgin.
With his lips on mine, I moaned into them at the little pain that I had felt then like a snap of the fingers, the pain left my body and in its wake was a building need.
“Travis, move. Please.” I whispered against his lips.
Then he moved, thrusting slowly in and out of me. Nothing needed to be done any different than it was. “Are you close? Fuck, Ican’t hold out much longer.” He breathed out through clenched teeth.
Nodding I was close, so close in fact that the moment he hit a certain spot, my muscles tightened, and I let go. I moaned loudly as my release moved out of my body.
With a roar, Travis followed me.
The heights that he took us at that moment, I now understood why some women at the accounting firm spoke so highly about the pleasure a man and a woman can give each other.
I had seen stars, and I discovered that when he hit a certain spot inside of me, my toes curled.
That night, I timidly did something that I have been wanting to do. First, I placed a kiss on the scar on his cheek. Then I made my way down his chest to place a tentative kiss on every single scar that adorned his upper half. I even allowed myself to follow the amazing lines of his tattoos. Needless to say, I had inadvertently started something again that night.
With myself being safely ensconced in his arms I fell asleep. Unknowingly I had muttered out three little words that had a huge impact.
Chapter 9
Travis
Smiling wide, I looked at the woman with all of that red hair that was fanned all over my chest. In all of my wildest dreams, and believe me, I’ve had some dreams. I never imagined having a woman like Corrine at my side.
But none of the dreams, not one of them, would ever, not ever, compare to the feeling of being with Corrine.
At first, I wondered if it would feel this good with other women, about what I had been missing. But when I told her to keep her eyes with mine when we came together, yeah that was the tell. I was right. She is the one for me. “I love you.” I heard murmuring, and then her soft snore settled the rapid beat of my heart.
Fucking A.
That night before sleep claimed me, I had in my mind the tattoo that I was having placed over my heart which was bare and blank for the one woman that would capture all of me. I haven’t slept so peacefully in my entire life.
Rolling over, I moved my arm to wrap the warm body that I had fallen asleep with last night, closer to my side, only when my arm swept the bed. The sheets were bare.
The sheets weren’t cold, but they were still warm.
That was when the smell of bacon permeated the air and hot coffee. However, it wasn’t the female laughter that had me rushing out of bed.
No, it was the male voice.
I grabbed the first pair of jeans my hands touched, throwing them on uncaring if they were clean or not, I walked out of the bedroom without snapping my jeans.
Stalking down my stairs I rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen.
Without even hesitating what I was about to do, I walked up behind Corrine, wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her back to my front, and glared at my foreman Parker from over Corrine’s head.
That glare had the effect that I wanted.
Parker looked put in his place as he tipped his hat to Corrine as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
