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I give in, responding to his advances, opening my mouth to his. Our tongues tentatively meet for the first time, and I’m jolted as an unexpected electrical current runs through me. It shocks the living hell out of my soul, ripping through me unapologetically. I hear a whimper escape from my mouth into his.
“Julianna,” he whispers over my lips before he suddenly deepens the kiss. Holy hotness, I can’t even think. I’ve never felt this extreme zing with anyone before, especially from just a kiss.
We continue with intense passion, and I can’t seem to get enough of him—his hot body, his taste, the sounds he’s making. His hands glide from my face down to my shoulders, clasping them tightly. Never breaking the kiss, he makes his way to his feet, pulling me along with him. I’m drunk and dizzy from the ferocity of his tongue alone, but combined with his muscular chest pressing into mine and his intoxicating smell of leather, it’ll take an ungodly force to make me let go of him. I know somewhere in the back of my mind my conscience is screaming at me at the top of her lungs, but she may as well be screaming under an ocean of water, because Travis is taking place front and center. My trembling fear has been replaced with unexplainable lusty cravings. This is aberrantly wrong, I know it is, yet my body cries out with untamed desire.
“You taste so sweet, Julianna,” he says, and then plunges his tongue in and out of my mouth again and again. My belly dips as I lose myself to his kiss. I’m glad his body has me pressed into the wall, because my legs are worthless. One hand moves to my breast, squeezing gently, while his knee moves between my thighs, spreading my legs open. The man exudes sex. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I know I’m not a cheater, nor a slut, so why am I letting a complete stranger—a known criminal, no less—seduce and take full advantage of me? All reasoning flies out the window when I notice half the buttons on my blouse have been undone. His calloused fingertips have slipped inside, running along my skin and underneath my bra. His touch sends me spiraling as we both pant heavily with uncontrolled want. I feel my panties growing damp, and my nipples harden. I find myself responding to him unashamedly as I arch my chest into his hands. Running my fingers through his short hair, I pull him deeper into the kiss.
“You have me on fire,” he breathes over my lips. His thumb strokes over my pebbled nipple, and I let out a moan. Damn, the man can kiss. He’s so good that I don’t even notice he has my pants unzipped until they are halfway down my thighs. I want to tell him I’m on fire, as well, but I’m in such a lusty haze of want as his other hand snakes around to grab my ass that I can’t speak, especially when he grinds himself into me. I feel his erection press against my stomach, and I feel flutters of desire take off deep within my core. The room is no longer cool; it’s an inferno, and I feel myself breaking into a sweat.
All too soon, he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine and breathing heavily with desire. “Looks like the hard way just backfired on me…literally,” he says as he adjusts himself behind his zipper. He exhales a large breath through his mouth, swallows hard and tells me, “All right, I’ll make you a deal. How about I trade your clothes out for a robe? I’m not sure I can stand to be in the same room with you naked anyway. I don’t think I can behave myself at this point.”
“I guess I could live with that, for now,” I mumble, my body still shaking from the aftermath of his heated kiss. He nods his head and breaks away from me. I look down to see the predicament his member is in, and I smirk.
He tilts his head, regarding me. “You checking out my package? Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s not nice to stare?”
He’s trying to play flirtatiously, but the comment just squelches the heated moment, reminding me I miss my home, my family, and the smirk dies on my lips. “My mother died before I turned two.”
He closes his eyelids tightly, dragging a hand down his face as he says sincerely, “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know; it’s okay.” I shrug and look away.
He opens his eyes, observes me for a moment, then turns, and walks toward a small closet I hadn’t noticed before. He pulls out a light blue, terrycloth robe, and when he brings it to me, he tilts his head and gives me a small grin. “It’s powder blue…matches your beautiful eyes.”
