Page 13 of Joy Ride
I’ve got a big problem on my hands. I think I might be falling for him.
Is this what happens whenever you sleep with someone? Did he inject me with some sort of magic sperm that will make me his forever? I miss him already, and I haven’t even left.
After I fling off the covers, I grab his bathrobe and wrap it tightly around me. My skin is covered with his scent. The fabric smells like him, and it’s decadent and wonderful.
Grinning ear to ear, I pad to the bedroom door and open it. My cowboy is fully dressed, standing over the stove in the kitchenette with his back to me. I cock a brow admiring the way his snug jeans are hugging the muscular ass and thighs I had my hands all over last night.
The griddle spatters and spits as his broad shoulders bend while he turns the bacon. There’s such a racket in the kitchen, I’m sure he can’t hear me. I don’t want to scare him, so I lean against the door frame, perfectly contented to watch my beautiful man in action. He can be mine for the morning, can’t he?
Travis stops turning the bacon and shifts toward me, almost as if he senses I’m in the room. My breath hitches in that instant he makes a full turn.
“Morning,” he says, waggling his brows, making me giggle as the butterflies take flight in my tummy.
Throwing any thought of being cool and collected out the window, I race to him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Morning handsome,” I coo, snuggling against his warm chest.
“Miss me, Goldilocks?” He whispers in a gravelly voice, setting the spatula down so he can pull me against him and hold me in a tight bear hug. “Are you feeling alright this morning?” Travis bends, locking on to me with his devilish dark brown eyes.
“So protective,” I tease. “I feel great. My whole body is like rubber.” The blush creeps to my cheeks with the memory of the way his head bobbed between my legs when he was licking my pussy. Holy shit. The things we did last night…
“You’re not sore?”
“Maybe a little but in a good way.”
“Hmm,” he takes me in his arms again and strokes my back. “I don’t think I could handle it if you’d said I hurt you. I tried to be gentle.”
“You were.” I giggle into his flannel shirt, “but I kind of liked it when you weren’t.”
“That so?” His chest moves when he laughs. “Maybe we should schedule another practice lesson.”
“Definitely,” I say softly, batting my eyes at him. “I’ll do my best to get an A.”
His eyes light up like sunshine and the sound of his deep laugh rolls through my system like a song I want to play over and over. “But I have a surprise for you, first.”
“You didn’t have to make me breakfast.”
“Of course I did,” he says playfully, “but that isn’t your surprise.”
“No?” I blink and he shakes his head.
“Close your eyes.”
“Really?” I laugh at his mischievous little grin. God, is he handsome.
“Close them.”
I do as Travis instructs, and he turns me by my shoulders to face the living room. “Keep them shut,” he says, covering my eyes with his hands in case I peek. With my back against his chest, he slowly walks me into the room. The warmth from the fireplace heats my legs, so I can tell we’re almost at the front door.
“Now, open.” Travis lifts his hands and I blink adjusting to the light.
“What?” I squeal, turning to him and then back to the gorgeous Christmas tree, not knowing where to look first. “Did you go out and chop it down this morning?” I breathe in the pungent fresh evergreen smell. Travis’s smile makes my heart leap. I swear it does. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“It’s the pine you pointed out last night. I have no idea how it got here,” he laughs.
“It’s perfect,” I say, playing with one of the branches, feeling the sticky sap on the needles. The second I let go, the bough springs back into place.
“The cell tower still down, and the power’s not on yet. Maybe we’ll have time to decorate it before you leave.”
My heart comes to a screeching halt. I forgot about the cell tower coming back on. “I hope so,” I say softly. There’s a side of me that wishes I could stay here with Travis in this cozy room forever.
