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Chapter Five
Travis felt the vibration in the floor rather than heard the dropping of a car hood. He glanced over where Miles had been working to find him wiping his hands before moving to the sink.
Fuck. He squinted as his gaze drifted over the clock, then back again, trying to focus. “Is that the right time?”
Miles craned his neck. “It’s your clock, you should know. You got somewhere to be?”
“Yeah.”
“Her?”
There was no point in denying it. Not after the kiss Miles witnessed earlier. “I told her I’d take her home from work.”
“You could let her walk. She could stand to slim down some more anyway.”
“You’re a jerk sometimes, you know that?” His’ temper sparked at Miles’ jab. He could use a good scuffle to work off some of the tension that had been riding him since Miles stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.
What was going on between Travis and Bella was between them. No one else needed to know that he’d been itching to see her all afternoon. No one else needed to know that he’d been itching to kiss her again. To touch her, to take her up against the wall or over the hood of her car.
The position didn’t much matter to him, only that he got lost in her again. “She brought us lunch. She apologized for something she didn’t do. She was nice to you when at times you were less than civil.”
As for her needing to slim down? Nah. His daydreams of the dip in her waist, the width of her hips, the roundness of her ass, the fullness of her breasts? That’s the Bella he’d always wanted and craved.
When Miles only shook his head, Travis dropped the hood on the Jeep then made a beeline for his office.
“Is she any good?” Miles called out.
“Go to hell.” He casually tossed the words over his shoulder. How he really felt was anything but. He was wound tight and ready to climb the walls. Or better yet, climb Bella.
He missed her. He’d seen her twice today already and would see her again soon. But still, he missed her. How could he miss her? He’d pretty much known her all his life, and wanted her for at least half of it, but couldn’t say he’d missed her. Until now. Until he’d touched her. Until he’d had her. Until he’d spent time with her.
Had she missed him? Could she feel his body imprinted on hers? ’Cause he could sure as fuck feel the tightness of her cunt on his dick, the heat of her breath on his neck, the stroke of her tongue tasting like raspberry jam when she kissed him.
It wasn’t supposed to be more than a fun time, a few days of fantasy fulfillment. Judging by last night, it was going to be a lot more than that.
He didn’t obsess over women. Never had. There were always enough to go around and some even came back for seconds and thirds. Bella was going to be different. Bellawasdifferent. She didn’t play coy and she wasn’t innocent or naïve, but she was sweet and quite tender. She was also a sex kitten. That phrase was too tame, but Travis didn’t know how else to describe her, not even to himself.
Hot. She was definitely hot, and she left scorch marks in her wake. He wouldn’t get out of this without feeling the flames licking at his skin. At the same time, the jury was still out about whether he wanted to get out of this at all.
That was the biggest question he had for himself. He’d fucked her one afternoon and evening, yet he couldn’t be sure he didn’t want to keep doing it for the rest of the summer. And would that even be enough?
Answers weren’t forthcoming in his garage doorway though. He needed to go get her before she started thinking he’d forgotten.
But when he stepped outside, he caught sight of her turning the corner. The country road that led to her lake house intersected the main stretch of town. From his shop, he had a direct line of sight down it. Why was she walking home? He started to call out, but bit the words back.
“You gonna stand there or you gonna go get her?” Miles asked from behind.
“Yeah, yeah,” Travis said with a dismissive way toward his brother.
“Why didn’t she come here if she knew you were going to take her home?”
Travis had no clue. “She doesn’t want to cause trouble for me.” As good as anything else he could have come up with.
Miles let out a bark of humorless laughter, interrupting Travis’ thoughts. “A little late for that.”
“Yeah, cause it’s causing a crapload of trouble with you. Stop being an ass.”
If nothing else, Miles and his comments got Travis’ feet moving. He hopped in his truck and cranked the engine. “Close up the garage, will ya?” He didn’t wait for Miles to answer before he pealed out of the parking lot.
