if he had to walk around with a lump on his forehead.
Both our adjoining doors were ajar, but I knocked before I went into his room. “Travis?”
“In here,” he said from the open bathroom.
I walked over and paused when I got to the doorway. He was only in a pair of boxers, and while he looked damn good, what really caught my eye was the bruise already forming on his forehead.
I rushed inside and turned his head toward me. “Oh my God, I’ve ruined you.”
He laughed. “It’ll heal.”
I brushed my thumb over it. “I’m sorry. I had no idea my…toy could be so deadly.” I looked up into his eyes and blushed.
He was even more beautiful up close, and his gaze was a powerful force, watching me.
Travis put his hands on my hips and swung us around until my butt was against the bathroom counter. I didn’t know where to put my own hands, so I rested them on his biceps.
“I’ll accept your apology on one condition.”
My eyebrows went up. I had taken for granted his acceptance, just assuming he’d tell me I was forgiven. “Okay. What is it?”
“I want an honest answer.” His face was serious. Not a hint of a smile.
I took a deep breath because no one prefaced a question with that unless it was going to be hard-hitting. “Ho-kay.”
“Why did you say my name?”
I wrinkled my nose.
He stepped closer. “Earlier. When you were in bed with…”
“Tripp.”
“Tripp?”
“Yeah, it’s the name of my…toy.”
“Why Tripp?”
“Because it’s the name of Matthew McConaughey’s character in Failure to Launch, and I take him with me on trips.”
He smiled.
Finally.
“All right then, when you were in bed with Tripp, why did you say my name?”
I pulled my hands from his arms and began toying with the hem of my shirt. I didn’t want to lie, but I sure as hell didn’t want to tell him the truth either.
The serious face was back, and I knew he wasn’t going to let it go.
My cheeks began to burn. But it was time to own up to it. What was the worst thing that would happen? He’d think I was depraved. It wasn’t like I would die if he knew.
Fuck it.
“I was…thinking of you.”
His eyes widened, and he looked at my crotch and back to my eyes. “You were thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
He hadn’t had to say it so bluntly.
I raised my chin. “As a matter of fact, yes. I’m sorry if that offends you—”
Travis cut me off with a kiss.
His mouth opened over mine, and his tongue swept into my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. Now that his lips were on mine, I wasn’t letting him go.
I kissed him back, slanting my head to the side. He was a great kisser. He knew just the right amount of tongue to give, and he tasted good. I wanted to devour him.
Travis’s hands moved from my hips up my back and back down. He cupped my ass and pulled me against his erection. He managed to hit my sweet spot, and I groaned into his mouth as I grew wet.
I pulled my arms from his neck and trailed my fingers down his chest until I reached his boxers. I wanted to touch him everywhere, and I wanted him to fuck me. I didn’t care if this was the only time. I didn’t care if we never saw each other again. Okay, I cared, but it didn’t change the fact that I needed him to fuck me, so I could get him out of my system.
Then, maybe I could stop thinking about him.
But later. Right now, all my thoughts were going to be laser-focused on the two of us.
I thrust my hips at him to get him to move back because I didn’t want to stop kissing him long enough to tell him to back up.
He received my message, and I swiftly shoved my hand in his underwear. I grasped his cock in my palm, and we both moaned. He was hot, smooth, and oh-so hard.
I was so into touching him that I almost didn’t notice when his hands moved up my sides and parted the top half of my robe. He picked up one of my breasts, which was more than a handful, and thumbed the nipple. I had never been crazy about my boobs being touched, but right now, I felt it go all the way to my pussy.
I wanted him inside me.
I pulled the bottom half of