Page 44 of Light It Up Red
Chapter Nineteen
My hand rises to knock on the door. I should have called. I shouldn’t just be turning up. I told Travis I wasn’t getting back until tomorrow. I wanted to surprise him, but now that I’m here, I don’t know if that was the best idea.
I drop my hand. I don’t knock. Instead, I take the key out of my pocket and let myself in. I know he’s here. His car was in the garage. The apartment is quiet, so quiet. Then again, after spending a whole month with my entire family holed up in the same house together, everything seems quiet in comparison.
“Travis?” I call out while clicking the door closed behind me.
I hear footsteps. Actually, I hear running before he appears in front of me in nothing but a pair of workout shorts. His eyes wide and his breaths coming out in pants.
“Lili?” He rushes forward. His arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up and spins around. “Fuck me, never leave again,” he whispers into my neck.
“I won’t,” I tell him, holding him just as tight as he’s holding me. I knew I was going to miss him. I just wasn’t prepared for how damn much.
“What are you doing here? I mean, thank fuck you’re here. But I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow?”
“I had this grand idea of surprising you.”
“Well, consider me surprised,” Travis says before his lips fuse with mine. “I missed you so fucking much,” he repeats between kisses.
“I missed you too.”
Travis carries me through his apartment, his hands gripping my ass, before our bodies fall onto his bed. He pulls himself up and just stares at me. “I need a moment,” he says. “I just want to look at you.”
I smile. “You’ve seen me every day.”
“It’s not the same. Seeing you in person is so much fucking better.” His eyes roam over every inch of my face like he’s trying to memorize it in case I disappear. I won’t. I missed him way too much to ever leave him behind again.
“I agree.” My hands reach out and stroke up and down his bare chest, over his pecs, along the grooves of his abs. “Have you been working out more?” I ask him.
“A lot more. I’ve had excess energy to burn off.” He smirks.
“Well, I hope you saved some of that energy for me.”
“Every part of me is all yours, babe.” Travis kneels on the floor by the edge of the bed. He grabs onto my ankles and drags my body forward until my ass is almost hanging off the mattress. “I’ve missed your taste,” he says, kissing his way from my knee up to my inner thigh. “Always so fucking sweet.” His lips are all over me and his tongue slides along the outside of my pussy, so fucking close to where I need him.
“Travis, please,” I beg.
“Please what?” He peers up at me.
My brows draw down. Staring at him like this with his head between my legs is only turning me on more. And the fact that he’s holding out on giving me what I really want—where I really need his tongue—is pissing me off. “You know what I want,” I growl at him.
“I’m a lot of things, babe. A mind reader isn’t one of them. You’ll have to be more specific.” He smirks while his lips pepper featherlight kisses on my inner thighs.
“I want you,” I tell him.
“Which part of me?”
“I want your mouth on me, Travis.”
“It is on you,” he says as he makes a show of kissing me everywhere except for where I need him the most.
“I want your tongue on my pussy, Travis, now,” I grind out between clenched teeth.
“Well, shit, babe, all you had to do was ask.” He chuckles before he finally slides his tongue up the center of my folds.
“Oh god,” I cry out, and my fingers tighten around the blankets beneath me. I’m so worked up that that first stroke of his tongue is almost enough to send me soaring.
Travis’s hands push on my legs, spreading them as wide as they will go. I’m completely open to him. For him. His mouth latches on to me, sucking at my clit, while his tongue flicks over that sensitive bundle of nerves. My legs shake with the need to close them. He doesn’t let me move though, his fingers digging into my flesh with a bruising grip as he feasts on me.
