Page 134 of The Lair

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” My voice is charged with heat. “Touch me, Travis. Please.”

A pleased groan leaves the back of his throat. “That’s my girl.”

In one swift move, he places me on his mattress. Travis hovers over my half-naked body, his bare chest so imposing, I can’t help but run my hands down it. My fingers are met with hard, hairy skin, and it’s the hottest sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on.Heis.

Wordlessly, he grabs the hem of my leggings and pulls them down. He keeps his eyes on me, watching for any clue that he should stop. And I love him for it, but stopping is the very last thing on my mind.

Cursing under his breath when he sees my half-naked body lying before him, he leans down and plants a kiss on my stomach. Then another, lower.

“Have you ever been touched before?” he asks in a husky voice. When I shake my head, he mutters, “Fucking hell.”

Nerves swirl in my stomach. “Is that a problem for you?”

“Far from a problem,” he rasps. “I’m trying not to come in my pants like a fucking teenager, just from thinking I’ll be the first and the last man to touch you.”

I arch my back at his words, craving his touch, as a heavy breath falls from my lips. As always, Travis gives me what I need.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t suppress the moan that escapes when his finger caresses my covered center. It’s a faint touch, barely there, but enough to set me off.

He grunts, applying more pressure. I don’t hold back as my sounds of pleasure echo through the empty house. He runs circles with his middle finger on my most sensitive spot, still covered by my underwear, chasing my whimpers. I’ve never felt freer, or happier to be out of control.

“I need to touch you.” There’s a desperate edge to his voice. “I need to sink my fingers inside that tight little pussy, then my cock, or I’ll go fucking insane.”

God.

My back arches again, and I nod rapidly,begginghim to do those things. And do themnow.

Despite his urgency, he’s gentle as he moves my underwear aside, baring me to him completely. Yet I don’t feel one bit self-conscious about it because this is Travis. This is the love of my life.

When his middle finger breaks through my folds, I lose all sense of reality for an instant. Instead of pain, I’m met with an overwhelming sense of relief and desire I’ve never experienced before. And when he starts pumping his finger in and out, slowly, his curses mixing with my moans, something inside of mesnaps.

“More,” I beg him, my back arched and breaths uneven.

“You want another finger?”

I shake my head. “I needyou.”

He throws his head back, grunting, “Allie.”

My hands reach for his belt buckle, and he eases his finger out of me so he can undo it himself. He gets out of bed and drags his pants and underwear down his strong legs as I watch with nervous excitement.

The sight of Travis fully naked stops my breathing altogether. If I thought he would be big, it’s nothing compared to the real thing. His generous inches stand proudly against his stomach, and I gulp. I need him badly, but I’m not so sure I can take him.

Travis reads my mind.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, and I know he means it, but…

“That’s…”Too big. Huge.I gulp again. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but what the hell, Travis?”

His low chuckle sends a thrill through me. “Way to boost my ego.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

He climbs over the bed again and presses a soft kiss on my lips. “We’ll go at your pace. Do you trust me?”

My nerves ease at that. “Always.”

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