Page 25 of Always Heated

“I missed you,” he mutters against my lips, teasing his tongue against mine, begging me to play.

I throw caution to the wind and leap into his arms. I want to get lost in him. He catches my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist as he kisses me harder. I can’t help laughing as he struts up the steps, breaking our kiss with each one.

“I missed you too,” I admit, needing him more than the air in my lungs. I’ve wanted Travis for so long. Even if I’m a notch in his bedpost, for tonight, he’ll be mine.

Travis sets me down long enough to lock the door, then I’m hoisted over his shoulder like he’s some sort of caveman. “Travis! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He doesn’t answer me as he continues to my bedroom. Onceinside, I slide down his body, and ask again, “What are you doing?”

“In this room, we promised that if neither of us were married, we’d marry each other.”

My eyes narrow. “Well, if I’m supposed to be your wife, the last woman you ever sleep with, prove it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” he counters, mirroring my gaze. “I only ever wanted to make you mine, wildcat.”

My heart does a little dance every time he calls me that, and I hate myself for it. Feminism thrown out the fucking window. If we’re playing the honesty game, there’s no use in pretending anymore. “I’ve always been jealous of the women you’ve been with.”

Without hesitation, he pulls my shirt over my head and admits, “I know. But they should’ve been jealous of you.”

“And why is that?” My breath is heavy and I’m moments away from losing the upper hand.

“Because I was in love with my best friend’s sister who I wasn’t allowed to touch.” His fingers brush my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But now you’re here, begging for it.”

“I never begged,” I groan, mildly annoyed at the assumption.

“You're wet for me, Cass, aren’t you? Your body has been desperate for me since I licked your slick fingers clean after you came thinking about me. I don’t need your words to know you want this.” He teases the waistband of my pants, dipping his finger to graze my bare skin. “Want to know how I know?”

“You’re a pussy whisperer?”

Travis draws his lips into his mouth to stifle a laugh. “No, but I suppose I sort of am.” Pressing a soft kiss to my neck, he sighs against my skin, continuing to toy with my pants. “Does your stomach twist into knots every time you see me? Is there an ache between your legs when I touch you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“It isn’t just you.” He peppers sweet kisses up my neck and along my jaw. “The air leaves my lungs when you walk into a room. No other woman has ever done that to me, only you.” My breath catches as he playfully nips at my ear. “It broke my heart every time I saw you with Zack, because it was supposed to be me loving you, not him. I’m in love with you, Cass. Don’t tell me you love me back because you think it’s what I want to hear. I know you love me like you love Ingrid, or your family. You haven’t beenin lovebefore, because I wasn’t able to love you the way I was always meant to.”

I have no words, no witty comeback as Travis undresses me. Standing naked before him, I’m not nervous. His heated gaze roams my body in appreciation while he strips off his own clothes. Every movement is controlled, taking his time.

Tugging down his boxer briefs, he frees his thick, hard cock. It truly is the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen, and I can’t tear my eyes away. He strokes it twice and a few beads of precum glisten at the tip. I want to lick them away. About to drop to my knees, he holds my elbow to stop me. With an adorable smirk, he insists, “Shower first, my little wildcat.”

travis

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I’ve wanted Cassidy too fucking long for our first time together to be over in three minutes from a blowjob. Ten years ago, our little pact felt like empty promises. Surely, one of us would’ve been married, but instead, the most beautiful, feisty, and loving woman I’ve ever known is going to be mine.

Fuck the pact, fuck the empty promises. A strong marriage isn’t built on them. Cass is my forever, and I want her to look at me in another ten years the way she is now. The longing dancing in her eyes mirrors everything I feel for her. I wanteverythingwith this woman: Sunday brunches at Pop’s, to then come home to watch a football game or working in our garden; Tuesday dinners at Cay’s with all of our kids and pups; taking Cass away for long weekends where I remind her how loved she is and how I can’t imagine my life without her.

All of it.

As I lead her into the bathroom, I spot a few prescriptions on the vanity. My stomach drops remembering seeing her at the pharmacy and accidentally overhearing that she’s on a SSRI;she’s battling depression and masking it. All these years, I should’ve been here, checking in about her mental health. I can’t control brain chemistry, but I sure as fuck can let her know I’m here for her.

I twist the shower knob, letting it warm up, all the while not letting her hand out of mine. She steps in first, and her bright blonde locks quickly darken under the water. I join her, closing the door behind me. “Turn around.”

Without hesitation, Cass shifts until her back faces me. I locate her shampoo and squeeze a healthy amount in my hands, lathering it before massaging her scalp. She moans as I wash her hair, and the sound has my cock painfully hard. I lift the shower head off the stand and rinse the suds from her hair, and once washed away, I do the same with her bright purple conditioner, letting it set. I lower my lips to her shoulder, her sweet hums filling the bathroom.

Cass twirls in place, her wet hair whipping behind her. Cupping her hands behind my neck, she lifts onto her toes and kisses me. A groan escapes me as I pull her closer. I slide my fingers up her sides, loving the feel of her soft body against mine. Her peaked nipples brush my chest, and I can’t help myself, breaking our kiss to trail my lips down to them. I fall to my knees, swirling my tongue around one of the tight buds while my thumb tweaks the other.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she sighs, but yelps as I take her nipple between my teeth. “I should warn you, I have to rinse the conditioner in three minutes or my hair will turn purple.”

“You’d look so hot with purple hair,” I tease, watching her reaction as I graze my teeth against her other nipple. She squeezes her thighs together, but I slide my hand between them to spread her legs. “Open for me.” I brush my knuckle against her swollen clit and groan. The ways I want to please her, having her crave my touch.

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