“Travis! Oh, God, don’t stop. Oh, please . . .”
He added his fingers when she was incredibly slick, and he could feel her orgasm clamping over his digits.
He shifted her again and crawled up on top of her, letting his fingers finish wringing her release while he kissed her fervently.
“Fuck, babe, you taste as sweet as ever,” he whispered hoarsely. “I missed you so damned much.”
“You?” She managed a gasp.
“I’m fine.” Travis watched her passion-filled eyes close as another wave hit her. He continued pumping his fingers within her warm silken walls, savoring every nuance of her shudders. And as she screamed his name once more, he shoved his face in the crook of her shoulders and rasped into her ears, “That’s it, babe. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Holy freaking orgasm!
She had never, ever come so hard in her life. Well. That she could remember. Her whole body was still tingling from the intensity of her release. And that had just been from his mouth and fingers. And from all accounts, a quickie. What if he did that to her every day and took his time?
Travis was a dangerous man. To her heart and her physical longings. He’d definitely given her a preview of what asexual relationship with him would mean. And he’d been a wonderful husband so far. It was easy to fall in love with this man.
She recognized the scenery now that flashed by her window. They were almost home after getting stuck in stop-and-go traffic for almost an hour. They had not spoken to each other after their heated encounter in the backseat. She was too overwhelmed to say anything. Travis must be feeling the same, for he seemed content to curse at the aggravating slow crawl of cars before them.
When they pulled into the garage, she heard him exhale deeply and thought she heard him mutter, “Finally.”
Caitlin slid off her seat, and was surprised to find Travis was already in front of her, waiting for her to clear the door so he could close it for her.
“Are you okay?” His voice was gruff.
“Of course, Travis—”
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“Well, I’m the one who had an orgasm,” Caitlin teased. “I’m not complaining.”
Relief flooded his eyes.
They entered the house through the kitchen. Travis asked if she wanted anything as he grabbed a glass to get some water.
“No. I’m good,” Caitlin said. She had the sudden urge to retreat. She felt bare, like he had exposed her soul, and she was feeling extremely vulnerable. “Thanks for dinner, Travis. Good night.” She turned to scuttle up the stairs.
She jumped when she heard him slam the glass on the countertop and footsteps plodded distinctly behind her. Caitlin felt fingers clamp around her upper arm, and he spun her around to face him.
“I can’t fucking believe this,” Travis said furiously. “Are you playing this game with me?”
“No!”
“Then what’s with all these mixed signals?” he demanded. “You were all light and teasing in the garage, and suddenly you’re skittish?”
“I just don’t know what to do next,” Caitlin said helplessly.
“I’ll tell you what I’m doing next. I’m taking you to bed—no, don’t look at me that way—I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready, and, sunshine, right now, you’re not ready.” Travis’s eyes searched her face. “We’ve been sleeping apart for two weeks. That shit stops now. I want you in my fucking bed starting tonight.”
All that cursing punctuating his declaration told her that Travis was done being Mr. Nice Guy. He was showing his true arrogant asshat self. “Now wait a minute—”
He leaned in closer and snarled, “Not up for discussion.”
“Excuse me?” Caitlin felt her temper spike. “For all intents and purposes, we’ve been on one date.”
“For all intents and purposes, babe, we’re fucking married,” he shot back.
“Says you!”
