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He cupped her breast, his hand sliding under her sweater and tank to find her flesh, his touch sure and confident, and her breath stuttered out of her in a gasp as he teased her nipple until it was pulsing in time with her heart.
“Travis ... ”
“Iz ... ” His lips painted a path down her neck, found the sensitive spot just above her pulse.
When he bit her there, she arched and cried out.
The hand on her breast traveled lower and she went still as he toyed with the waistband of the ankle-length skirt she wore paired with the summer-weight sweater and tank top.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered against her lips.
“I ... Travis, we can’t.”
“I know ... I just want to touch you. Let me.”
She lifted her head and stared into his eyes, fell so, so deep into the endless blue-green. Gripping his wrist, she hesitated. Then, cheeks flaming, she nodded and dropped her head onto his shoulder.
He nuzzled her as he spread his hand wide over the dip of her waist but he didn’t do anything else.
He just rubbed his lips over her skin and murmured to her, voice too low for her to hear, but the rhythm of the words, the cadence of his speech was both erotic and soothing. Soon, she lifted her mouth to his, needing more of his taste.
Isabel found herself rocking against him and he slid his other hand down her back, fingers sliding under her shirt to splay wide over her bare skin. She shivered and pressed closer, only to gasp as she felt his fingers trailing up over her bare thigh.
He’d pulled her skirt up and she’d never noticed.
“I’ll stop if you want,” he murmured. “Just tell me.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Brow pressed to his, she gripped his biceps and watched him as he circled ever closer to the drumbeat that seemed to have settled between her thighs.
She whimpered he grazed one finger over her clitoris, a harsh growl escaping him. “Baby ... you’re so wet.”
Her cheeks flamed red.
He stroked lower, the hand on her spine urging her closer while the other teased her more and more.
She whimpered and thrust her hips against him. “Travis!”
“More?” He nipped her earlobe.
“Yes!”
He thrust his finger inside her.
She came apart.
Travis lifted his head to watch.
The flickering flames from the firepit were just enough to paint her in a soft golden light as she flung her head back and rode his hand, the folds of her sex squeezing tight around him as she rocked and squeezed and panted, throaty cries breaking free, muffled by the way she bit her full lower lip.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
As she started to come down, he stroked her, soothing her with gentle touches. She sank into him, cuddling close.
His heart twisted inside his chest as she rubbed her nose against his neck.
When she finally stirred, he eased his grip on her, braced for embarrassment, censure.
What he wasn’t ready for was the way she lifted her head and curled her arms around his neck right before she planted a long, slow, lazy kiss on his lips.
