Bedding the Best Man(13)

“Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?”

He laughed and lowered his hand away from me, slowly. “Kamari, we both know how you would have reacted if I said anything to you. Hell, in high school I knew I wasn’t prime male meat.”

I smiled. “You were geeky, but you had the bluest eyes and the times that we touched accidentally I was impressed at how soft, yet strong, your hands were.”

“You noticed things about me?” He looked shocked, his gaze searched mine as if attempting to see if it was the truth.

“Yeah. Even when I didn’t want to. There were times after high school…college…since then.”

“That week spent together, practically alone on campus and in that college town, I wanted to tell you then. But, things were going so well between us, I didn’t want to jeopardize it.”

“You called me three times in the next two weeks.” I said that to him, as much as to myself.

“All with the purpose of telling you I’d fallen for you. That I’d been in love with you for years.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. Maybe I was waiting for some sign from you.” He shrugged. “You’d always end the call first and say ‘thanks again for your help…I’m good now’. I got the message. Stop calling.”

It was my turn to reveal another bit of honesty. “I think, no, I know, all these years I’ve worked hard at keeping you at a distance. You were right. You were there every time I needed you… that scared me.”

“What did?” he was close to me again, boxing me in. Those blue eyes were staring down at me—expectantly.

“How much I needed you.”

“To figure things out?” he asked.

“No…” I reached out and laid my hand on his chest. “To balance me out. My life. Tonight I can finally see you have been my anchor. Even as I was foolishly running from myself, you still kept me grounded. I think that is why I would give you so much of my anger, because you would always look at me like I was capable of so much more than I was being.” His heart pounded against my palm. “I didn’t see that in myself. Even now there are days I doubt myself, but you never did.”

He pulled me into his arms, but never gave up our eye contact. “I loved you, my love. I wanted nothing but the best for you. Even if I wasn’t part of that picture.”

Slipping my hands around his neck, I stroked the nape and felt him shiver against me. Stretching up, I kissed him. Showing him how deeply I felt for him. He allowed me the lead as I swept into his mouth and caressed his tongue with mine.

His hands tightened on the small of my back, pressing me to him.

When I ended the kiss, more than a little breathless, I said, “If we decide to move forward and take our relationship to the next level, which I want to, I’m not sure how my family will take this. Well, besides my Aunt Renee…Lord that woman has been singing your praises all day.”

He chuckled. “Your auntie has always had a special place in my heart.”

“There better be room enough in there for me.” Teasing I poked him in the chest.

“All the rest of my heart is yours. How about I let you share my shower with me and I show you.” Kissing me, he lowered his hands to my ass and lifted me.

Wrapping my arms and legs around him I fully gave myself over to the kiss. My head was spinning and my body was starting to have that all-over aching desire again. No other man did this to me—caused me to go from zero to sixty in sensual seconds.

Over the next few hours, I found myself in the shower with the man I loved, bathed, sexed up, bathed again. We then returned to the bed where Travis laid between my thighs and loved me more with his mouth. By the time I’d climaxed the third time from his talented tongue I was too languid to even open my eyes as he pulled me alongside his muscular body. Curled against him, I slept.

I woke to light kisses from Travis across my breasts. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

The smile I gave him was overtaken by a yawn. I noticed the sunlight coming through the curtains. “What time is it?”

“We have roughly less than two hours before the breakfast.” His tongue flicked one of my nipples, already a hard peak.

I sighed and squirmed beside him. Even with my sex tender from the through loving he’d given me last night, a sexual haze still fell upon me. “I need to get back to my room for clothes.” I ran my fingers through his black hair and offered my breasts to him. “Unless you want to use an hour of that time for other things.”

“Patience, my love.” He pinched one of my nipples and winked at me. Leaning across me, he reached for his cell phone on the nightstand.