Travis's Gift (Riley's Pride #3)- Sandra R Neeley Page 0,54

belly.

Travis’s eyes rounded and his Tiger began to rumble deep in his chest. “Libby,” he whispered. They’d made love many times when they were teenagers, but she’d never been brave enough to do more than let him take the lead before. Now, though, it seems she had no problem taking what she wanted.

“Lie there, and let me love you,” she said, scooting back until she felt his hard, swollen cock beneath her. She took him in hand and held him steady while she lowered herself onto him.

Travis lifted his hips as he snarled. “Fuck, Libby!” he exclaimed as she rolled her hips.

“Mmhmm. I’m going to,” she said.

Chapter 17

Travis stepped out of the shower first, using the support bars he’d mounted in the bathroom. Libby stayed behind to stand under the hot water a little longer. “You need me?” she asked, cracking one eyelid open to peer at him through the water coursing down over her head.

“No, I’m good. Take your time, love,” Travis answered, drying himself vigorously before wrapping the towel around his waist. He brushed his teeth, then ran a brush through his hair before blasting with the hairdryer haphazardly, not even caring how it looked.

Libby watched with only a small bit of envy as Travis placed the hairdryer back on the bathroom counter top and shook his head, causing his deep auburn waves to fall flawlessly into place. He ran his fingers over the bruised skin at the base of his neck above his left collar bone and grinned at himself in the mirror. He’d just received the single most important mark on his body, and he was damn proud of it.

Travis opened the bathroom door and made his way into the bedroom where his prosthetic sat leaning against the bed. He strapped it to his right leg, then walked over to his dresser and pulled on his clothes. Travis heard the shower turn off and knew Libby would be out shortly, so he went into the kitchen and started the coffee. He made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, fried ham and toast, and by then the coffee was ready. Travis made her coffee, exactly the way she liked it with lots of cream and sugar, and headed to the bathroom to bring it to her. As he walked by the sofa, his eyes fell on the bag of clothes she’d brought back with her from Lucas’s house. That was going to be a problem — for him anyway. He forced himself to put it out of his mind and went to the bathroom, to deliver Libby’s coffee. She still stood in the bathroom, having just finished drying her straight, thick, brown hair.

“Here, love. Brought you some coffee,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

“Thank you,” she said, eagerly taking the cup from him and sipping several times.

“Love your hair,” he said, running his fingers through it again and tucking it behind her ear. “So shiny.”

“It’s plain brown. Unlike yours that looks like it has gold sparkling in it. Cannot believe all you do is shake your head to make it look like that. So unfair,” she teased with her eyebrow raised, sipping her coffee again.

“Your hair is beautiful. It’s like polished mahogany,” Travis said, dropping a kiss on her forehead and turning to leave the bathroom.

“Oh! Could you bring me that bag of clothes I left on the floor beside the sofa?” she asked.

Travis stopped where he was before slowly turning to face her. “Remember when you thought I was an asshole?” he asked.

“You were an asshole,” she countered, wondering what he was up to now.

“Well, I’m about to be an asshole again.”

“Oh? How and why is that?” she asked, cocking her hip out and placing her hands on both hips, wondering if she was going to have to kick his ass here and now.

“You can’t wear those clothes,” Travis said.

“I’m sorry, why can’t I wear my clothes?” she asked.

“Because they smell like Lucas. Once we wash them and his scent is gone, I have no problem with them, but, until then, I can’t handle my brand new mate smelling like another male.”

Libby dropped her hands from her hips and walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest as she looked up at him. “Travis, it’s just clothes. I’ve never smelled like any male but you.”

“Yeah, you have. And it’s killed me every time,” he admitted.

“But I’ve never…”

“I know. I know you haven’t slept with anyone but me. But to scent him on