Page 133 of Tied to You
Gently stroking my thumb across his neck, his hands travel down my thighs, before working their way back up to my waist. Every second we’re touching is like recharging a battery. The longer I feel him, the more I want. The more alive I feel.
Travis lowers his head to mine, sucking in air, his eyes closing. I know what he’s thinking without him having to say a word. His worry for us, the club—all of it, I feel every thought, see every unsteady rise and fall of his chest. But he needn’t worry for us.
“I don’t need to have children,” I whisper, hoping to alleviate some of his stress.
He pulls back to get a better look at me, probably wondering if he heard me right. He did.
I look up, our eyes locking. “If having children one day means not having you forever, then I don’t want it.”
His temples twitch frantically, his eyes narrowing. “Mollie—”
“Let me finish.” He growls, and my grip on his neck tightens seeing a steady unease rise in him. “Being with you is easy. But the thought of not having you terrifies me.”
He sighs, his head slowly rolling against mine, pushing himself closer. “It terrifies me too,” he says gently on a lost breath. “I can’t ask you to give something like this up for me, though. I won’t let you.”
I roll my lips together, trying to calm the wobble rising in my throat. “You haven’t. I’m telling you I don’t want it.”
Lifting his hands to my neck, he tips my head back.
My hands lightly graze down his arms, stopping near his wrists. “I mean it. All I need is you.”
Watching his teeth grind, I see his inner battle. He thinks he’s being selfish. I don’t care if it is. The past two weeks have been hell for both of us. I’ve learned that my life only feels complete if he’s in it. Seeing him from a distance, isn’t enough. Watching him but not touching him, it’s too hard.
They say love is sacrifice. Truth is, I don’t want anything from this man other than his love. If I have that, it’s enough.Heis enough. Just as he is. “Travis.” My voice draws him in.
Lowering his head, my eyes instinctively close, knowing he’s going to kiss me. My skin heats. My tummy tightens in sweet excitement. The second his lips lay on mine; everything is washed away. All our fear. Any doubt about our future, it all vanishes like the coming of the tide. I feel us start again like the beginning of a new chapter. It hits in abundance, stealing my breath, forcing an overwhelming rush to bubble under the surface.
Pulling me closer, Travis presses his lips harder to mine, swivelling his head, his tongue coaxing me to let him in.
My hands grip his skin, lips parting, soaking up the delicate way he devours me. His gentle licks, the tiny nips of his teeth against my skin, each one makes me feel like nothing else in the world exists except us. I give an impatient wiggle, pulling him closer, a trembling fire beginning to burn all over me. I want more.
His large hands cup my face before he’s turning my head, dotting kisses from my ear, down over my neck and across my chest. Curling his fingers at the bottom of my top, he quickly lifts it over my head when I raise my arms, shaking my hair loose, feeling it sway against my back as he tosses my top to the floor. My hands are back on his arms as he begins tracing his fingers over my skin, reaching around me, unhooking my bra and dragging the straps down my arms to free my breasts.
My nipples pebble before him. The rush of him undressing me, the anticipation of our reconnection. It’s like he’s freeing my soul.
Both of his hands are back on me, cupping and kneading each of my breasts in turn. Sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, I let out a light moan when he grazes the bud with his teeth, squeezing with his hands at the same time.
My back arches for more. More of this. More of him. Just, more.
Holding onto him around his neck, I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles, making him lean in closer.
A low groan hits my ears, and he guides me back to lie flat on the table, knocking the stray balls on the table out of the way.
I laugh when one comes back to hit the side of my head, and the way I catch his smile… I want to bottle it up so that I never forget it.
He’s here. He sees me. He knows I need him.
I let out a moan when he brushes the hair from my face and begins dotting kisses over every inch of me. He moves across my cheeks, to the end of my nose, over my chin and down my neck.
I tilt my head back to make room for him, my hands removing his hat and sliding through his dark hair. I tug and pull, forcing him to moan around his kisses travelling further south with each one he lands.
Paying extra attention to my breasts before he reaches my stomach, he then stands, and my arms naturally cross above my head, my chin tiltingdown to look at him.
He drinks me in. His eyes scan every inch of me before his fingers traipse to my ankles, unhooking them from around him.
He’s going to undress me fully. Have me completely naked before him, just the way he likes it. He carefully removes my shoes and socks, then undoes the button of my jeans.
My legs straighten for him to pull them off me, and I hear him swallow, seeing my underwear. My black, lace thong which he loves to gag me with so much. Tonight isn’t about gagging and restraints, though. Tonight—this moment between us, this is about coming back together.
