It was minutes before Kim’s eyes opened and she looked at him in surprise. She could feel the waves in her beginning to rise higher and higher. She’d never felt this way before, never . . . “Travis,” she whispered.
“I’m here, baby,” he said, then held her as he flipped onto his back, with her straddling him. His hands were on her hips.
Kim grabbed his shoulders, her fingertips biting into him as she rose and lowered on him, their bodies coming together with the force of a tidal wave.
When she felt herself building until she couldn’t take any more, he pushed her down to the bed, her thighs around his hips, and came into her with a force to match hers.
He fell against her, weak, sated—and loving. His arms held her to him as though he was afraid she’d disappear.
For a moment she thought he’d fallen asleep but when she moved her foot, he loosened his arm.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Far from it,” she said.
Travis moved his upper body half off her, put his head on his hand, and looked at her. “So what do you want to do?”
“Ask you questions about your past girlfriends,” she said with a straight face.
She was rewarded with a split second’s look of terror before he smiled.
“You’re going to punish me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she said as she reached up to touch his hair. Since the first night he’d appeared in the moonlight at Jecca’s wedding, she’d wanted to touch him. “I’m going to make you regret lying to me.”
“I didn’t really lie.”
“Isn’t there a law about evading being as bad as flat-out lying?”
“What would I know about the law?” he said, his eyes twinkling. Turning, he put his hands behind his head and looked up at the canopy. When Kim started to move away he pulled her back. Her head exactly fit in the curve of his shoulder. Her hand ran over the light hair on his chest.
“Did you look around this place?” he asked.
She was so distracted by his skin that she didn’t at first know what he meant. She lifted on one arm and looked at his chest. “What are all these scars from?” There were three on his ribs, one across the side of his stomach.
“Stunt work,” he said and didn’t seem to be interested in saying any more. “This town.”
“What about it?”
He rolled over to look down at her. “Have you seen this little town?”
She lifted a bit for him to kiss her and he did. “No,” she said at last.
He lay back down beside her.
When he said nothing else, she looked at him. “Was that a hint about something?”
“Didn’t you come here for a reason? Other than to marry some lowlife loser, that is.”
“I wouldn’t have—” She wasn’t going to let him bait her into an argument. “Good thing you bought him out for me, isn’t it? Are you going to learn to cook so you can run your new catering company?”
“I’m going to make Russell a gift of the whole business.”
“For having only recently met, you two are certainly chummy,” Kim said.
“S
eeing me miserable seems to delight him.”