Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Once my jeans hit the floor, he ripped my underwear off of me, throwing them somewhere across the room. I loudly moaned when he plunged a finger inside of me, making my knees buckle. His other arm quickly wrapped around me and held me up against him. Travis’s mouth worked with mine, kissing me hungrily as he finger fucked me, quickly sending me toppling over the edge.
I was still reeling when he lifted me up with one arm and carried me over to the bed, laying me down on it. With his hungry gaze on mine, he knelt down between my parted thighs and began licking and sucking my clit, harsher than normal, but I knew why.
He thought he had almost lost me. He was reassuring himself that I was still there, still living and breathing.
I panted, moaning his name, pleading for more, arching my back against his skillful tongue. He reached up and pinched my nipples when I got close, and I cried out his name as I came, coating his lips in my cum.
He quickly undressed and screwed up inside of me, lacing his fingers with mine above my head. He moved in and out of me at a steady pace. I could feel myself getting close, but I couldn’t find that release, and it was frustrating me. I needed more – just a touch more roughness. “Travis, harder, please,” I begged.
He did as I commanded, his breathing harsh as he slammed in and out of me, his speed increasing along with the power of his thrusts. When I came, he came with me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. His heart was thudding loudly in time with mine, his body trembling as he held me close, almost crushing my body against his.
When we managed to get our breathing under control, he leaned up a little and looked down at me. I pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. Leaning up, I connected my lips with his. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, holding my head to his as he began assaulting my mouth.
I felt him harden inside of me again, and I wrapped my legs around him, inviting him to take me all over again. Softly growling my name, he eased back and slid back in, beginning the best, most passionate, slow sex I would ever have in my life.
His hands ran all over my body, memorizing every shape and curve. Sometimes, his lips would move from mine, and he would nip at my jaw and suck on the soft flesh of my neck, but he would still come back to my lips. When our tongues would touch, there was no fighting for dominance in the kiss. Travis was slow and sweet, both of us enjoying this moment together.
By the time I found my release, tears were running down my face, and he was wiping every single one of them away, whispering how much he cared for me in my ear.
I looked into his eyes, and I knew without a doubt that I no longer thought I was falling in love with him. It was definite. Of course, I wasn’t slowly falling either. I was falling hard and fast, and if Travis didn’t catch me, I was going to crash, and it was going to hurt like hell.
It terrified me that I was falling in love with him, but I welcomed it with open arms. After all, they say it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. And I could honestly say that I would rather know what it was like being with Travis and loving him. I didn’t want to live a moment without him.
I wasn’t worried about what he felt for me at that moment. Right then, as long as he was with me, that was enough for me. He hadn’t asked for much when I got with him, so I wasn’t going to ask for much either. Falling in love with him wasn’t going to change whether or not we would be together. I wasn’t like the rest of the girls out there that needed my man to love me.
But now, I guess I could relate to Leanne, as much as I hated it. I now understood what she meant when she said she’d rather be with him in the only way he was willing to be with her than to not be with him at all.
I’d rather have this man destroy every single piece of my soul and my heart than live without him.
20
“Katie, baby, your phone is ringing,” Travis grumbled, slowly moving his arm that had been slung over my waist.
With a groan, I slid out of bed and turned the lamp on so I could grab my phone out of my jeans. “Hello?” I groggily answered.