Within moments, the sink was full of hot soapy water, and the table was cleared.
"Thank you, Travis."
He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and turned to face her. "No problem, Angel.
Let's get you settled." He took the few steps back to her and started to lift her in his arms.
"I c-can walk."
"Why should you have to?" He gently swung her into his arms and shouldered his way through to the living room where he deposited her on the couch. He handed her the remote. "Find something to watch. I need to work on the books for awhile."
Selena settled into the couch and flicked through the channels until she found an old movie. She had seen it before, but never in English. She tried to concentrate and study the structure of the words.
It was difficult because her eyes were continually drawn to Travis. He sat behind his desk, flipping through a pile of receipts and logging them into the computer. He worked steadily, and only once did she glance up and find his eyes on her.
The impact was electric.
Her heart started beating a wild tattoo in her chest when he continued to study her.
He tossed the pen down, and stood up and moved over to the couch. He picked up the remote, and turned the volume down until it was muted almost completely. He sat back on the couch and in one movement, picked her up and slid her over to him until she was sitting in between his spread thighs, with her back to his front, much as she had been earlier on the bed when Juan had walked in. His arms wrapped around her and she felt his lips on the back of her head. Shock went through her.
This was a bold move and screamed of an intimacy that she didn't know they had.
With one arm wrapped around her, hugging her tightly below her breasts, he picked up one of her hands and twined her fingers with his. He played with her fingers and inhaled the scent of her hair. His hand gently moved her hair away from her neck, and he put his lips softly on her. His lips and tongue make a wet path up to her ear.
Selena closed her eyes in ecstasy. His large body completely wrapped around hers, and Selena felt safe in his arms. He smelled good. So strong, so male, so perfect for her. He was a gruff, hard man, but he could be so sweet at times. It was a combination she found enthralling.
Selena felt his breath on her ear as he spoke softly to her. "I have to go into Laredo this week for supplies. I want to take you with me. You'll enjoy a day off the ranch, hmm, Angel?" The words crooned in her ear and his hand continued to play with her fingers.
"Y-yes. That sounds n-nice." Her words were breathless.
He continued in his low, whiskey smooth voice. "And I thought we ought to go to the courthouse and get a license."
Chapter Seven
His lips were touching her ear and Selena found it hard to concentrate. "Yes.
Okay." She was completely distracted by his male hardness surrounding her. His arm was holding her tightly, and her breasts were pressed against him. "A l-license f-for what?"
He tipped her face toward his, and covered her mouth with his. He sipped at her lips, and Selena's mind shut down, her physical response to his kisses taking over.
He gently took her tongue with his, and lazily kissed her for a few moments. He lifted his head and her eyes were captured by his.
"A marriage license."
Selena gasped. "What--what for?"
His mouth moved back to her ear. "Because I want to marry you, Angel." The arm that held her around her front turned slightly and his hand blatantly captured a breast. "I need to marry you."
Selena was inundated and drowning as feelings shot through her. Namely, joy that he was feeling the same thing she was.
His thumb lightly stroked over her nipple and a tremor of desire slid from her breast down to her feminine core. He continued the smooth strokes, back and forth, and her breath hitched.
She turned in his arms and tried to speak. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how she was growing to love him, and that she would marry him.
Before she could form the correct words, he spoke again.
"You want to marry me, don't you Angel?" She sat on his lap, and he looked at her beautiful profile. She was exquisite. His words became cajoling. "I want to marry you, so much." He ran one finger down the smooth slope of her tilted nose. "It would be nice, don't you think?"