Page 26 of His Fractured Girl

His hands grip the back of my neck, and the same look he had earlier has returned. Making my heart beat faster.

“I may live my life by honesty, Soph, but I don’t subscribe to perfection. We all make mistakes. Babe, yours, I don’t even consider one. Just the fact that even after what you went through, you could feel guilty for your choices in the situation, speaks to your character. I know you’re a good person, babe. This one moment in your life doesn’t define you. I hope you know that.”

I’ve been harboring my guilt for so long, and with a few words, he’s lessened the weight of my pain. “Ever since that night, I’ve felt broken inside. But when I’m with you… I feel whole again. You make me forget, Travis.”

“That’s good to hear, pretty girl, because I’m aiming to make you fall in love with me.”

The butterflies in my stomach flutter, wanting to spread their wings wide and take flight after a long winter of icy fear and chilly regret. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m already falling for him. I know it’s fast, but there’s just no stopping the way I feel. It’s out of my heart’s control.

“Is that so?” I cock my brow, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What if I told you your wish was already coming true?”

The way his eyes dance with mischief stirs the tingles down below. Heat pricks over my skin. His hands trail up my thighs and I’m suddenly yanked to his body.

“I’d tell you that’s good to hear, because I’m already in deep.”

The feeling that settles over me has no words. Happy. Elated. Safe. Trust… That’s the one that packs the biggest punch. I trust him. I know he isn’t feeding me lines. I know that he’s not on some mission to steal my virginity like Maddock. Travis’s only mission is me.

“Make love to me, Travis.”

The whispered plea slips from my mouth. I want this moment, this night, burned into my memory. Instead of the horrified look shimmering in Presley’s glossy eyes. I want to remember the candles flickering around my room. The pretty pink roses sitting on my table. The romantic gesture of this loving man making me dinner. I want to burn this feeling into my system, override everything that happened in my past and replace it withhim.

“Please, Travis.”

12

Travis

That word is an attack on my offensive line, weakening my stance. That’s not the reason I came here tonight. I didn’t do all this to get into her pants. But after what she just told me, I want her more than ever. She just shared her secrets, pulled back the curtain to let me in, and now it’s time to make sure she knows that nothing she just told me scares me.

I brush my fingers over her pretty pink cheeks, studying her eyes, making sure this is what she truly wants.

“Are you sure, baby?”

She nuzzles against my hand, seeking more of my touch.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I lean forward, wrapping her thighs around my waist, and lift her from the sofa. I carry her over to her bed, laying her down. The rose petals I’d placed on her pillow in the shape of a heart were only meant to make her smile, but they’re the perfectsilhouette for her pretty head. I sit back, memorizing every detail of this moment. Feeling a thump in the left side of my chest.

“I love you, Sophie.” The words come out. Probably way too soon. But I can’t hold them in anymore. “I probably should’ve waited until our tenth date to tell you that, but I don’t want to hold back with you.” It may be crazy, but it’s like that old adage~ when you know, you know. And I know she’s the one.

“I love you, too, Travis.”

I reach forward, pulling her to me, sealing my mouth to hers. Infusing my soul with the rush of her words. I’m in love with this girl. And I want everything with her.

I trail my fingers down her neck. Following the line of her curves. Slowly making my way down to the hem of her shirt. I peel it up over her stomach, pulling away from her lips as her arms raise in the air to let me slip it over her head. Her eyes are burning heavy, twinkling with the same need that’s coursing through my veins. I let my eyes drop to her chest, gazing over her plump mounds, and she rocks with a shiver under my heated stare. The two peaks in the center tighten through her bra. I reach out and rub my thumb over the pebbled outline, circling the tight little bud, watching as her lungs draw in on a gasp. She’s so sensitive. So hungry for every touch.

I keep exploring, running my fingers lower. Over and around her belly button. Lower to the waist of her pants. I work to remove her leggings. Shifting back to slide them off her legs. The spot between her thighs is soaked. Her wet panties clinging to her skin, molding over her plump folds. My cock responds in kind, making its own mess inside my briefs. I lean forward, licking over the satin, needing to taste her sweetness on my tongue. Every inch of her is swollen and sensitive, and oh so sweet. I wrap my lips over her clit, and she nearly bends back as the heat rocks through her. She’s ready for more.

I unlatch my suction, shifting back. It’s time to rid her of the rest of her clothes. I slide her panties down her thighs, watching as her little tuft of curls comes poking out, waiting for her pink little nub to reveal itself next. It’s already so full of need. Eager for her release. I toss her underwear aside then lean forward to unclasp her bra. The dark pink shade of her nipples is such a contradiction against her ivory skin. It’s my new favorite color. She’s a true piece of art. A masterpiece of sexual perfection. And now I get to make her mine.

“You’re so beautiful, Sophie.” I hover over her, staring down into her eyes. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Kiss me, Travis.”

I lower my head, kissing her until her lips are swollen, her body growing restless beneath my frame, then I start my descent. Kissing and nibbling over every inch of her lush body. Her neckline. Her collarbone. Her stomach. Across her pelvic bone. Circling her clit. Licking down the seam of her folds. Dipping my tongue right into her heat and stealing a taste of her honey.

“Travis.”

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