I turn back around and pretend to look busy by continuing to fold. The warmth of his body comes to press against my back, causing my breathing to turn shallow. His muscular arms slip around my waist as he pulls me in tighter, pressing his erection into the cheeks of my ass.
“Mmm…you smell so good,” he hums, and then flicks his tongue over my ear. He closes his lips over my lobe, sucking it into his mouth while his hot breath escapes into my ear. “What are you up to?” he murmurs, his ministrations making me shiver and my eyes flutter helplessly closed.
“Just folding some laundry,” I try to reply evenly, but fail miserably.
“Sounds as if we need to make some more dirty laundry,” he suggests, whispering over my sensitive skin as he kisses and nips his way down to my shoulder.
I swallow hard against my dry mouth, and whisper, “Travis, do you think maybe this isn’t a good idea right now?”
“What, making more dirty laundry?” he taunts. He’s doing such a good job of turning my body into a bowl of Jell-O. The man knows every underhanded trick in the book when it comes to working my body into submission.
As if they didn’t get the memo, my hands still try to function and stay on their mindless task of folding. Hot, open-mouthed kisses rain down on me like April showers, and I go tingly from head to toe. I’ve lost my dexterity, and sloppily crumple the t-shirt up in my hands.
He notices my dilemma and chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back with that deep sexy laugh, which makes me squeeze my legs together. His hands slide beneath my shirt, and he smoothly glides them underneath the swells of my breasts. Since I have no bra on, his fingertips hone right in on my erect nipples. He begins to gently tug and twist on my hard nubs. A little moan escapes my lips.
His heated desire has turned me inside out, and I drop my head back onto his shoulder, dizzy with lust. He’s not wearing any cologne, as usual, but he always emits this dangerous pheromone that makes me lose my sanity. No longer is he stirring a slow burn within me; I feel as if I’ve stepped into an incinerator. I’m burning up with need, consumed by his flames.
“What’s not a good idea, sweetheart?” he huskily whispers. What was the question? I think as he breathes hot kisses along my neck while rubbing my nipples in his palms. “Oh, hell, woman. You don’t have panties on,” he growls.
My core begins to pulsate as he grinds himself against the bare skin of my ass in a slow serenade. He hastily shoves the laundry basket off the bed, and it falls to the floor with a thud. He removes my shirt, and then runs his hands the length of my body in a gentle and slow seductive caress. Goose bumps erupt all over my body, caused by the contrast of his heated touch against the cool of the room.
He grabs onto my hips and pulls me back into his hardness, and grinds into my ass while holding me firm and steady. He breathes in quick, hot pants at my ear, making my sex clench with need. “This…this is always a good idea,” he murmurs in a low growl.
Remembering the question, I croakily whisper, protesting in vain, “But we’re in someone else’s bedroom.” Grazing the outer lips of my sex with his fingertips, he slides a finger into me. My thoughts become a tangled mess again. I sink against his hard chest and open my legs wider for him.
“I don’t give a fuck where we are. I want you.”
I lick my dry lips as he dips two fingers deep inside, stretching me, filling me with need. He plunges his fingers in and out, fast and furious, his knuckles meeting resistance with each thrust, and I lose my breath.
His other hand wraps around me to squeeze the fullness of my breast in his hand. “Travis,” I moan.
He trails his tongue down my neck as he whispers, “So fucking ready for me.” He uses my arousal to spread over my clit, and begins massaging my hard nub with steady, firm strokes. I gasp, no longer caring we are in a house full of men. He turns me around, his eyes swirling with carnal lust, telling me he’s all animal. He lifts me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. My pulse spikes as he forces himself between my thighs, spreading my legs apart.
He leans down and hovers over my lips as he uses his powerful muscles to roll his hips into mine. The thickness of his jeans presses into my core with such force I think his cock is going to rip a hole right through his pants.