Page 133 of The Lair

“What about them?”

“They’re hot,” I admit.

He chuckles, and I can’t help but think being this happy and playful suits him. So much.

“You think my hands are hot, sweetheart?”

“Very,” I whisper.

“Mm…” The heathen moves them so they’re resting on my hips. And then he squeezes. “You think it’s hot if I do that?”

The muscles in my lower area squeeze too. How can I be all hot and bothered already?

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I love how big and strong they are.”

“Let me tell you a secret,” he whispers in my ear. His voice no longer sounds playful but charged with heat. “These hands can make you feel good too. Want me to show you?”

As soon as I say a perhaps-too-desperate yes, they travel from my waist to my sides. Up, up, up, and then he stops.

“Can I?” he asks.

I nod, my throat too dry to speak.

“Are you sure?” he insists.

I don’t answer. Instead, I cover his hands with mine and move them slowly, tentatively, until they’re holding my breasts. Travis’s breath hitches as he stares at my chest, and a sudden burst of confidence boosts through me. It’smecausinghimto have this reaction.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. The bulge in his pants becomes all the more evident when he shifts under me. “You can’t do this to me.”

I move again, watching how his hands swallow me up. Gently, as if he wants to revel in every touch.

“Travis,” I breathe out when I can’t take it any longer. “Take it off.”

His eyes collide with mine. “You sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel you against my skin.”

He curses under his breath.

My fingers move with urgency as I help him take off my sweater, then the T-shirt I’m wearing underneath until I’m only in my bra. Travis curses under his breath again before his mouth descends to the valley between my breasts. His open-mouthed kisses on my bare skin leave me panting, begging.

In the midst of my wanting, I still manage to taunt him by pulling the straps of my bra down my shoulders at a torturous pace, then a little further until only my nipples are covered. He grunts, a borderline animalistic sound I can’t help but chuckle at, only for my laugh to get cut off when he pulls my bra down completely and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

I gasp at the sensation. It feels strange at first butsogoodsoon after. His groans mix with my whimpers as he switches from one nipple to the other, showing both the same hungry attention.

My hands claw at the hem of his shirt, desperate to take it off and feel his skin against mine. He obeys, pulling back enough to get himself naked from the waist up, before he kisses my skin again.

Shamelessly, I run my hands over his impressive upper body, the warm and rough planes of his chest I’d never seen until now. “I feel like I’m going insane. I need you so badly.”

He grunts, burying his face in my neck. “Are you wet for me already?”

My heart hammers. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that, and I never expected such words to light me on fire.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Can I feel it?”

I nod.

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