in the bag. It had already stuck. Go, team.
As soon as Travis was even with Georgie, he stooped down and threw her over his shoulder. “Where?”
She tried and failed to ignore the new view of his butt. “Wh-where is the dog?”
“The dog is closed in the back bedroom,” he responded in a patient but concise tone. “She’s not in the backyard.”
“Then why did my mom send me out here?”
Travis didn’t say anything.
“Oh.” Georgie drew out the word. “Ladies and gentlemen, my mother the wingman.”
“Pool house or garage, Georgie?”
There was no question as to why Travis was seeking a private location, and it made her blood burn hotter. Although, since she was upside down, a lot of that hot blood raced to her head and made her dizzy. So be it. She’d just voiced her opinion at a family gathering and now Travis wanted to kiss her. If that wasn’t cause for a head rush, she didn’t know what was. “I, um—pool house, I guess?”
They crossed the threshold of the tiny changing hut a few seconds later. The door smacked shut behind them and they were enclosed in darkness. And move over, Mark and Reese, because she’d never been so poised to combust in her life. Travis was breathing heavy as he dragged Georgie off his shoulder, her legs cinching around his waist on the way down. Soft flesh settled on hard to the soundtrack of a groan, a whimper. A slow grind of those ready parts, followed by all-out panting. Growling. He lunged and rammed her backward into the wall, and their mouths locked in a feverish battle.
Georgie’s mind could barely function around the passion of it. The intensity. Her senses turned to blank slates that knew nothing of touch and taste. They waited eagerly for Travis to teach them new ways—and he did. His mouth moved with sensual intention, giving her quality, not quantity. He dragged out and relished every dance of their tongues, every re-angling glide of their lips. Every breath they broke apart to take. Savoring, pushing their foreheads together, sipping at her mouth, his breath stuttering, throat working. Making her feel like the first and last woman to ever be kissed in all of history. And all the while, his rough hands climbed her thighs, eagerly rounding her hips to clutch her bottom. Molding it to the shape of his fingers and palms.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Georgette Castle.” Travis’s voice rasped at her in the near darkness, leaving no room for nonsense. She’d never seen him like that, focused and determined. Serious. Maybe a touch nervous. “Look at me.”
“I’m looking,” she whispered, wondering if he was aware that his erection was pressing hard into the silk of her panties—and if he also realized it wasn’t really an opportune time for a conversation. “I’m here. I’m looking,” she breathed anyway.
“Good.” He kissed her once—hard—then went back to having a serious face. “I can’t do it. I can’t stop myself from taking you.” He groaned against her mouth, using his grip on her bottom to drag her higher on his lap. “I need to be inside this so fucking bad.”
Sparks shot around in her brain, like someone had thrown coffee on the control panel that kept her rooted in reality. “You do?”
Travis pushed up hard between her thighs, locking her against the wall with his hips. “Don’t ask me that again when I clearly want to fuck you into next Christmas.”
“Do it,” she gasped. “Oh my God.”
“I will. When I can take my time.” He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a meaningful look. “Virgin.”
“Right. I forgot.”
“I didn’t.” He rolled his hips in a slow circle, grinding their lower bodies together. “Been thinking about it almost exclusively.”
Georgie’s thighs started to tremble, along with her insides. “That’s . . . hmm. Good?”
“Good.” His mouth lifted in a cocky grin. “Sure, baby girl.”
In other words, as soon as Travis had the opportunity, he was going to turn her into a babbling puddle of limbs and organs. Noted. “What am I supposed to do until then?”
Travis eased his hips back, allowing her legs to drop, but kept her back flush to the wall. “You need a little something?” His fingertips traveled up the inside of her thigh. “I’ll rub my fingers in the right spot while we figure some stuff out.”
“Like—” She sucked in a breath as his fingers invaded her panties, the middle one sliding right down the wet split of her sex. “L-like what?”
He hummed against