Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 3) (13 page)

Reaching under her tank top he slowly lifted it, giving her ample time to stop him if she wanted to. He tossed it to the floor, revealing round, firm breasts with petal pink nipples that begged for his fingers and tongue. He had to steel himself not to fall on her like a starving dog on a bone. Instead he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her pajama pants, gliding them down her legs until all that covered her gorgeous body was a lacy strip of pink panties that were doing dangerous things to his blood pressure.

He could hear his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he pressed his lips to her quivering abdomen. Her skin was soft, silky, and warm to the touch and he trailed wet kisses from her belly button, up through the valley between her breasts, and then back down until his tongue ran along the edge of her panties. Her body trembled under his touch, leaving him in no doubt she was as affected as he was by what was taking place between the two of them.

His hands slid up her torso, cupping her generous breasts in his palms and teasing the already hard nipples with this thumbs. His groin tightened painfully, tenting the soft material of his sweatpants, reminding him that he had to control his arousal or this evening would come to a much earlier conclusion than he wanted. He hoped that at his age he’d managed to garner a little more control than when he was an impatient youth, but at the moment he felt about eighteen.

“Do you like this, kitten? Do you want more?”

Aubrey moved restlessly under him, her body pressing closer to his own as he leaned down to capture a straining nipple into his mouth, lapping at the hard tip before scraping it gently with his teeth. Her body arching, her fingers slid into his hair and dug into his scalp, the nails erotically scratching the skin.

He switched his attention to her other breast, then back and forth until she was mewling with pleasure under his eager attentions. Sliding his mouth in a southerly direction, he swirled his tongue at the sensitive juncture where hip met thigh, drawing a breathy moan from her lips before tugging the final silky barrier down her tanned legs. He tossed them onto the pile of clothes on the floor and pressed kisses to her inner thigh, nipping a path to her wet and waiting slit.

He lowered his mouth to her, anticipation building in his lower back and balls. She sent his senses into overdrive, her scent, her taste, her feel, the way she moaned as his tongue teased her, and the way she arched her back up off of the mattress in sheer unadulterated ecstasy.

He pursed his lips around her clit and gently sucked, and she responded with a half-scream, her thighs pressing on each side of his face. He braced his hands against them, forcing them apart again as he rolled his tongue in a circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Travis…” she whimpered, her fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, her body bowed with pleasure. He refused to give her respite, savoring every second of her impending climax as he pushed two fingers into her, curling them to stroke at the sweet spot deep inside.

She was close. Very soon she’d know that there wasn’t a thing in this world she’d done wrong.

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Travis hadn’t lied
when he’d promised her she’d find heaven in his arms tonight. But this heaven wasn’t soft and peaceful. No, this involved sweaty bodies, tongues, fingers, and thighs sticky with her own honey. She writhed and moaned as her orgasm built relentlessly, painful in its intensity. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life and she wanted it to go on and on forever, and yet at the same time she wanted to let it shatter her into a million pieces so she could start all over again.

Finally the pressure coiled in her abdomen was too much and it sprang free as her breath stuttered out of her lungs and her body shook with the force of her release. Her lids fluttered shut and colored lights danced in front of her eyes as the universe swirled until she was dizzy and out of breath.

Aubrey dragged air into her starved lungs as Travis placed a tender kiss on her hip and sat back on his heels again, sliding his sweatpants down his legs and tossing them to the floor. His t-shirt was the next to go, revealing his tanned, muscular chest. Feeling particularly bold she reached up and ran her hands over the smooth flesh, tracing his ridged abs and tickling his hipbones, eliciting a low groan that seemed pulled from the depths of his soul. Her fingers brushed the tented fabric of his boxers and he threw back his head and moaned, giving her the courage to explore him more fully.

Impatiently he tugged at his boxers, throwing them on the floor, his length springing free and slapping his belly. Long and hard, he was larger than anything she’d seen before and she knew a moment of fear that she couldn’t take him. He seemed to recognize her reticence and he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, running up and down a few times as if to show her he was harmless.

“It might not fit.”

The words had simply tumbled out of her mouth but now that she’d said them she was kind of relieved. Spatial relationships weren’t her strong suit, but he had to see that this simply might not be possible no matter how much she wanted it to.

Grinning, Travis rubbed his palms up and down her thighs in a comforting motion but all it did was send sparks straight to her sex. This man was turning her into a puddle of need.

“I’ll fit just fine, baby. We’ll take it nice and slow. There’s no hurry. If anything hurts you stop me and we’ll find another position that might work better. Are you ready for me?”

She’d been ready since practically the moment she’d met him but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t scared too. They were crossing a line in their relationship and there was no going back afterward. They could only move forward into the unknown.

And the unknown was terrifying as hell.

Aubrey felt him nudge her and instinct made her widen her thighs even as he pushed forward, gently but firmly, stretching her walls and drawing a gasp from her lips.

“Breathe, baby.” Travis’s hoarse words barely penetrated her befuddled mind, but she somehow managed a few ragged breaths as he continued to impale her until he was finally in to the hilt.

He didn’t move a muscle, clearly waiting for her to give a signal that she was ready. His face a tight mask of control, his jaw rigid from the sheer will to hold back, he balanced above her on his palms watching her face for even the slightest whisper of discomfort.

But that wasn’t what was happening. Heat was beginning to spread from her slit, through her abdomen, and down to her toes and fingertips. The strong urge to move couldn’t be denied any longer and she experimentally swiveled her hips and a rush of pleasure suffused her entire body. Travis immediately picked up on the signal and slowly pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, his hips snapping against her own.

They set up a pace that was faster than slow but not frantic in its intensity. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders before sliding down his sweat-covered back to dig into his lean hips. Travis’s head dipped down to capture a nipple with his lips and his thrusts took on a slightly different angle that had her seeing stars, moons, and asteroid showers.

“Like that, kitten?” he whispered into her ear, his voice a feral growl. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

It was indeed. A spot no one had ever found when inside of her before and she couldn’t get enough of him stroking it, over and over until she was clinging to him, mindless with ecstasy and teetering on the brink of…something dangerous. Falling over the edge with him…letting herself go like that… Self-control at all times was what she’d depended on all these years, and if she wanted the glittery pleasure that was held just out of her reach she was going to have to let go and reach for it.

Travis didn’t give her a choice this time any more than he had the first. He reached between their bodies to press his fingers against her swollen clit and her climax exploded, her entire body going taut and her toes curling. She heard herself call his name and then liquid heat ran through her veins until she was on fire from the inside out, barely cognizant of the world outside of the two of them.

She forced her lids open to watch as Travis reached his own peak, his head thrown back, his teeth snapped together. His incredible male beauty seemed more profound at an intimate moment such as this and she counted herself lucky to be able to see him – at the mercy of his pleasure.

He rolled off of her, taking her with him and tucking her into his side, one leg thrown over hers as they caught their breath. Aubrey’s heart galloped in her chest as she came down from the most amazing high of her life. An addicting rush she already wanted to repeat again and again until she didn’t know her own name.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Travis’s hands slid up and down her back and legs as if looking for some imaginary injury and she could only giggle in response. He worried way too much.

“I’m fine. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better in my life.”

Where she’d found the courage – and the energy – to tease him she had no idea but he stayed still for a moment and then he pulled her more tightly to him, almost crushing the air from her lungs.

“Are you sure? You can’t possibly have enjoyed that as much as I did. It was amazing. Stupendous. Life-altering.”

“I’m sure, but I do have one little question.”

Desire, arousal, and more than a little bit of mischief curled in her belly and she ran her fingers down his muscled arm, feeling every curve and dip.

“Ask away. You can have anything you want tonight.”

That was good to know since she’d never felt more free in her life. Something had broken loose inside of her when they’d made love. She wasn’t defective and this wasn’t shameful or wrong. The way she felt for this man was beautiful and the things he made her feel couldn’t be more right.

“So my question is this…when can we do that again?”

She heard him suck in a breath and then his chest shook with laughter. “I’m not as young as I used to be, so give me ten minutes. As much as I want you, maybe five. Damn, I’m not a teenager anymore but my body doesn’t seem to know that.”

The physical proof of that statement was currently stiffening against her thigh.

“If you need your rest–”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence and instead found herself rolled onto her back, looking up at a very sexy and passionate man.

“Don’t poke the bear, babe. There’s a price to be paid for that.”

His lips descended to press against hers and the last thought she had was that she’d gladly pay the price.

As often as possible.

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T
ravis sat on
a barstool next to Tom Lovell drinking a Jameson on the rocks. He’d spent the better part of the day in bed upstairs with Aubrey, but they’d reluctantly stumbled out of bed in the afternoon when Shane came pounding on the door of the suite with more details about the land deal between Tom and Bruce. Not only had Bruce not paid a dime toward his debt, he had lured Tom into some high stakes poker games where the man had lost thousands. The fact that Tom had lost that money to someone Bruce also owed money to was an interesting coincidence.

Travis didn’t believe in coincidences.

“Hell of a weekend. If I’d wanted this kind of hassle I wouldn’t have bothered to leave Montana.”

Tom snorted and tossed back his own drink, apparently tequila from the aroma and the limes and salt shaker sitting on the bar. “You’re telling me. The cops wanted to talk to me again this morning. It’s clear they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. If everybody is a suspect then no one is.”

“Did they say anything to you about who they really think did it?”

Travis had known Tom as an acquaintance for years, and although he wasn’t a brilliant businessman he was intelligent. He’d graduated from Princeton with a degree in history and had knocked around his father’s business for the last several years, but mostly lived off his trust fund. Now in his mid-thirties, he’d aged well and would be considered a handsome man by most women. He played up his natural good looks by dressing well and keeping in shape. His only bit of bad judgment seemed to be trusting Bruce in the first place.