Page 18 of Only a Kiss

Only caresses, moans, and pleasure.

Don’t fall for your “sex arrangement”

SADIE

“Okay, hear me out,” I said as I brought the bowl of popcorn back to the couch where Travis was reclining lengthwise in just his boxers.The sight of him lying so casually—and mostly naked—on my couch made a small sigh escape as a giddy happiness bloomed in my belly.I wore his T-shirt and a pair of underwear since his shirt barely covered my ass.

It always seemed so sexy in movies, but I guess I wasn’t petite enough for it to work how I thought.Regardless, I felt good wearing his clothes, like it was another piece of him I got to keep, even if only momentarily.

Travis smirked at me as I stood staring at him, my original thoughts completely forgotten and my mind now veering into dangerously naughty territory.It had been a week since that day I came over to his house and we agreed to stop fighting this.Thishad turned into repeated bouts of mind-blowing sex whenever either of us could get a spare moment when Jenna wasn’t around, which was often since she was so busy with her internship.

We both said we were just scratching an itch, but with each moment we spent together, I fell deeper and deeper.What had started out as a fantasy had turned into a dream come true—minus the keeping it a secret from my best friend part.

Travis quirked a brow.“You were saying?”He had a knowing smile on his face that made him look so sexy, I had to close my eyes so I could compose my thoughts and get myself back on track.

This was important.

“What I was about to say was why I’m right and you’re wrong.”

He let out a deep belly laugh that brought a smile to my face.“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this one.”

My smile grew as I placed the popcorn on the table and then lay on top of him.If I couldn’t get him to see sense, then at least I could make him as off-kilter as he made me.His arms wrapped around my back, and I felt him harden underneath me as his smile faded to one of hunger.

“None of that just yet,” I said with a quick peck.“I have to school you.”

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, even though his gaze was focused on my mouth and I was worried I was losing him.Better make this quick.

“Christmas is only used as a setting device, but it makes no difference to the story, therefore you cannot categorizeDie Hardas a Christmas movie.”

“I beg to differ.The feeling of Christmas was part of his drive to reunite with his wife and make amends, which drove him to LA, which made it a pivotal plot point to the entire story.And Christmas is supposed to be about family and finding your joy.He got his wife back and killed the bad guys.Family, check.Finding your joy, check.”He made little check off gestures with his fingers that had me giggling into his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said with laughter in my voice as I turned back to the TV whereLove Actuallywas playing as part of a Christmas in July marathon.The whole debate about whether or notDie Hardwas a Christmas movie came up when I asked him what his favorite Christmas movie was.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” he said with laughter in his voice as he brushed my hair back off my shoulder.“I loved watching that movie as a kid.My dad used to rent it all the time.He’d come home from Blockbuster and he’d sit in the recliner while I sat on the couch with him.”

“How old were you?”I asked, resting my chin on the back of my hand which was resting on his chest.

He looked at the ceiling.“I think maybe eight or nine.It was just me and my dad since Wyatt was still really little.My mom used to go and read so we could have our ‘big guy’ time.I remember feeling pretty cool staying up so late watching movies on VHS with him.”He looks down at me.“God, VHS wasn’t even really a thing anymore by the time you were born, was it?I only remember buying cartoons on DVD by then.I just totally aged myself, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little, but it’s cute,” I said, able to picture Travis as an adorable little boy who wanted to hang out with his dad.“Die Hardstill isn’t a Christmas movie, though.”

“Is that right?”he said with a big grin as he started to tickle me relentlessly until I was squirming and squealing.

“Uncle!”I cried, and he relented, leaving us both breathless, our cheeks flushed and our eyes bright as we looked at each other.But the longer our gazes connected, the more our smiles fell while heat replaced the joy.

I didn’t know who moved first, but within a blink our lips crashed together, our hands roaming over skin and our bodies rocking together in a rhythm we’d already perfected.It wasn’t long before what few clothes we wore were discarded, and he had flipped us so I was lying with my back on the couch and him hovering over my body.

He started at my neck, kissing the spot where it met my shoulder, and it felt so good, goose bumps spread down my arms.My hands hungrily explored his forearms and biceps as he moved down my body until he reached my nipples.

I’d never been particularly sensitive, and while past boyfriends had loved my full breasts, breast play had never done much for me.It felt good but not great, more like it was another step in the foreplay checkboxes.Where those past boyfriends had never picked up on how little them sucking on my nipples affected me, Travis picked up on it right away.So it didn’t surprise me that he didn’t spend much time there.If anything, it increased my desire because he was so attuned to my body and what turned me on.

And that in itself was a huge turn-on.

By the time he spread my legs wide to stare down at my pussy, it was already glistening with my desire for him.

“Fuck,” he rasped.“This pretty pussy is gonna be my demise.”

I lifted my hips, eager for him to put his mouth or fingers or cock where I needed him—I wasn’t picky, just needy.

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