Travis plunged his tongue ruthlessly into her mouth, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was going to be in charge of their lovemaking, that he was going to take her over completely. He ravaged every last corner and crevice of her mouth with his own, and in the exact moment that she gave in to him, he changed the tenor of his kiss.
Instead of showing her who was boss, Travis backed off, slowed down. Lily reveled in how he took the time to learn her taste, to study the ultrasensitive plump center of her lower lip, to find out how much her tongue loved to mate with his.
One of his hands began to roam, first gently kneading her shoulders, then the small of her back, sending goose bumps everywhere, centering at the tight tips of her br**sts. Lily could hardly concentrate on anything but Travis’s kiss, but still she cried out, silently, for him to touch her br**sts.
So what if they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor? If Travis didn’t squeeze her br**sts right then, right there, she would die with wanting it.
His hands moved around her waist to the bottom edge of her rib cage. Lily shook with need. She had never been so turned on in all her life. Her thong was soaked with her juices.
The pad of his thumb ran across her aching nipple, and she cried out into his mouth. Before she could clamp down on it, the first haze of an orgasm shuddered through her as she danced in his arms.
Travis, amazingly, seemed to know that she was coming even before she did. So subtly that no one but the two of them would ever know what was happening, he pressed one of his hard thighs between her legs. Using his hand on her bottom for leverage, he pumped her mons with his muscles, pushing her clit into his thigh in the perfect rhythm to send Lily all the way over the edge.
His kiss was possessive and so hot she felt scalded by it. She cried out in his mouth as the first waves began from the tips of her br**sts and worked down her abdomen to her pu**y. Travis swallowed her scream, and his fingers tightened on her nipple.
In her haze she felt the huge evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach, but she was trying so hard to breathe, to stay on her feet, that she barely spared it more than a passing thought of later.
Lily’s orgasms had always been powerful. They were one thing about herself that she truly, unabashedly loved. But this explosion was more than she had ever experienced with her vibrator or her previous lovers. Being with Travis was even more thrilling than she had imagined it to be. And yet, a little voice in her brain asked, wasn’t that why she had been holding out hope on Travis for so long? Because deep within she knew that coming together with him would be this explosive?
She forced her crazy theories away to focus on the here, and now, in Travis’s arms. The mere thought of Travis’s thigh rubbing up and down against her made even more blood flow between her legs. She wondered if one could have a heart attack from lack of blood to anywhere but the clit. What would she say in the emergency room?
Doctor, I was coming so hard against the thigh of my dream guy that my heart stopped for a moment.
Lily clung to Travis as he held her upright and ground his thigh into her throbbing pu**y. She felt limp and useless as her orgasm came to its end, but Travis didn’t remove his thigh from between her legs. Like a sleepy cat she continued to rub herself against him, only waking up when he whispered, “Let’s get out of here,” in her ear. He grabbed her hand, pulling her through the throngs of people and out onto the street.
They got in a cab and his mouth was on hers again as he pulled her onto his lap. The sensible part of her, which had miraculously not been permanently put to sleep yet, made her pull back, and say, “Travis, the cab driver.”
Chuckling softly, Travis slid her slightly off his lap and nuzzled her neck. “Thank God it’s a short ride to my loft,” he said.
Lily barely sucked in her gasp of surprise. His loft? Lily had never seen his loft. Except in magazines, that is. And from what Luke had told her over the years, Travis rarely, if ever, took women home.
Her eyes ran over his tall frame, so perfectly set off by his white T-shirt and faded jeans. She saw the wet patch on his thigh, and the gasp finally escaped.
Travis’s eyes followed hers. Lily cursed herself for dropping her worldly veneer. She wanted him to think that she left marks like that on all the men she came against while out dancing, but even then, even amidst the red haze of their sensual connection, she knew it was ridiculous.
Outside, in the evening light that streamed in the windows, she felt the familiar pangs of self-consciousness. She was afraid to let Travis look at her. They weren’t kids anymore, and she needed to face facts: The Travis who liked her wasn’t ever coming back. Though he’d made her come like a bomb, that didn’t alter the fact that he always acted like she wasn’t there, like she wasn’t the least bit important. She knew that he had no respect for her whatsoever and, now that they had left the magic of the fashion show behind, she was certain he would realize what a huge mistake he was making. She wished she were strong enough to protect herself against him. She wished she was tough enough to say,
“Thanks for the orgasm, Travis, but I’ve got to get home now.”
But, of course, she could never say something like that. Instead, she held her breath as she waited for him to tell the cab driver to stop the car to pull over and dump her out.
She looked into the green of his eyes and tried to think of something to say that would get him off the hook, so he would know she didn’t expect him to follow through with his teasing and actually sleep with her—something like “Don’t worry, Travis, I won’t mention this to anyone, so no one will ever know that we were together”—but nothing came.
But instead of running as fast as he could away from her, Travis gave Lily a hot look and ran his thumb from her neck down to the top of her br**sts.
“You are very wet,” he said in a low voice.
Lily nodded, unable to do anything else but agree with him. Would he think she was disgusting for getting so soaked from his kiss on the dance floor? One of his hands ran beneath the fold of her skirt along her bare leg, and Lily was amazed to find out that her fears were unfounded. Flicking a glance to the front seat, she whispered, “The driver,” again, but the truth was he could have ripped off her dress and taken her right then and there in the backseat of a moving cab, and she wouldn’t have so much as made a whimper of protest.
But before any of that could happen, the vehicle stopped. Travis threw some money at the driver. Once again her fingers were wrapped in his and Lily marveled at how good it felt to have Travis hold her hand.
She remembered how in first grade, Travis was her cross-the-street-buddy. He had looked out for her, holding her back on the curb if she stepped out when a car was coming at them too fast. She had never forgotten how safe he had made her feel.
Breathless, she followed him as he opened the large steel front door to the loft and pulled her inside.
Closing the door gently, he turned and pinned her against the door with the weight of his gaze.
Before she knew what he intended, Travis dropped to his knees.