Travis leaned in, nose brushing mine, lips so close I could feel the heat of them. “I have ten minutes.”
My breath caught. “I doubt I’ll even need that long.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRAVIS
At first,I thought I was hallucinating, too much caffeine, not enough sleep, and a steady buzz in my blood since Saturday night. But then she spoke, and the mirage of Frankie disappeared, and the real damn thing took its place.
Now, she was backed up against my truck, lips parted, and cheeks flushed as my men all looked on. She was all curves and confidence, baiting me into letting her do exactly what kind of damage she came here to do.
I knew what she had come for.
Her red jeans looked painted on, and her black hoodie showed me glimpses of her tummy below the cropped hem. When I pinned her to the truck, it slid off her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of the lush swell of her breasts beneath and the matching red strap of her bra.
Damnit.
I was rock hard.
Her hair was perfectly loose and wild, like she’d just gotten out of someone’s bed. While I would have preferred it to be mine, I wouldn’t have been mad if it had been Eli’s.
Frankie smiled as I got close, that slow teasing little thing she did with her lips when she knew the power she had over me.I pushed my thigh between hers and pinned her harder to my truck bed, and her smirk fell into something more needy. That smirk that saidI know what I did to you, and I know you want me to do it again.
“You just passing by to deliver caffeine to random blue-collar men now? Hoping for a ten-minute fuck on the way out?” I asked, teasing her and tempting her.
“Only from the sweaty, grumpy, six-foot something ones with shoulders for days and an attitude problem.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” I argued.
She rocked her hips forward, rubbing against my thigh. “You chastise me for telling you what I want, whereas Eli simply gave me what I needed when I called him for a little phone sex last night,” She sucked on her bottom lip condescendingly, “Interesting.”
I didn’t give in right away. Instead, I looked at her, really fucking looked at her, and my chest caved in from her beauty.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright. She looked happy.
That did something to me. Twisted my insides into knots and made me feel like I’d waited my whole damn life for her to look at me like that.
So, I gave in because she was right. She was here to get something from me, and I’d be a stupid fool to deny it when it was the only thing I’d wanted since I watched her drive away Sunday morning.
I kissed her hard, greedily, using my tongue to sweep past her lips without any hesitation or permission. She moaned against my lips, and I swore I saw stars. My hands slid down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against the thick line of my cock behind my jeans.
“Miss me?” I rasped against her mouth.
“I woke up aching for you.”
“Say that again,” I growled.
She licked her lips as her eyes darkened, and everyone around us disappeared. “I missed you, Travis. I missed the way you touch me. Missed the way you need me.”
I groaned, dragging my mouth down her throat, sucking a mark just above her collarbone before she could stop me. It’d be impossible to hide.
“What if someone sees?” She whispered, breathless, but she wasn’t talking about the mark.
“Then they’ll know who you belong to.”
She whimpered, and fuck, I was going to make a mess in my jeans if I didn’t get her somewhere.
I grabbed her wrist, “Come with me.”
