Bedding the Best Man(9)

As his thumbs caressed my cheeks, my mind became more disturbed. It was the way he was touching me. And with his body pressed to mine as a light sheen of sweat coated him, it seemed as if I could smell more of his scent coming through the hotel soap. It surrounded me—honeyed saffron and suede.

Swallowing, I licked my lips and tried to keep the nervousness from my voice as I asked, “Can you please turn on the light, Pa—. Please.”

I wanted to use his name but I couldn’t. Everything spinning inside of me shouted that it wasn’t Patrick I was with. His body wasn’t nude and intimately bonded with mine. Even now his heart beat against my breast and I could feel the rhythm of it matching mine. Perfectly in sync.

Not Patrick, my soul whispered.

This can’t be happening, my mind called out.

It is, my soul taunted.

His form shifted as he stretched toward the nightstand lamp.

The burst of light was so bright the shock caused me to close my eyes and let them adjust to the brilliance.

“Better?” He settled, grinding against me.

Parting my lids, I stared up into the face of Travis Huffman. Clear blue eyes greeted mine as a sexy, beguiling smile tilted his mouth to the left. His look was wicked, playful and too damn self assured. Nothing like the man I usually imagined. However, still him at the same time.

“Travis?” I pushed against his chest.

“Oh, yes.” Raising up slightly, he pulled out and thrust again. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”

My body had demands of its own as it lifted my sex to meet his thrust.

Lowering his chest to mine once again, he placed a kiss on one side of my mouth then the other. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”

Oh, hell, he was right. My traitorous sex was locked around his cock trying to hold him in each time he pulled out. I should stop this.

“We need—”

“Oh, love, I know just what we need.” He kissed me again, sealing off my words and muddling my thoughts.

I couldn’t string together a coherent sentence if I wanted to. At that moment I didn’t want anything but the fucking and kissing Travis was giving me. I couldn’t convince myself it was wrong. Or persuade my body to hold off the climax that was threatening to overtake me. Mind, body and soul I was a willing participant in the loving. I was giving as good as he gave.

Wrapping both arms and legs around him, I held him to me. I’d never had a man make me feel like this during sex; desired and cherished.

Travis worked my body with a fierce intensity even as he whispered romantic things in my ear. I’d experienced men telling me about my body during sex, but never had a man talking about the beauty of my eyes, the sunshine of my smile, the music of my laugh and how even hearing my voice from across the room could make his heart stop and restart.

With those words and others, Travis seduced me and caused the tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes as I cried out in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Kamari…do that again.” His hand slipped between our thrashing bodies and fingered my clit as his cock slammed into me and carried me into another orgasm.

Groaning, harsh and loud, he finally joined me in the sexual rapture.

“Ah, love.”

Spent, we both lay in a heap of weak limbs and heavy breathing. Moments later, Travis rolled away and collapsed on his back, then pulled me along his side.

Only a few minutes, I told myself. I would only allow myself time to recover my strength and then I had to go. Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing beating of Travis’ heart.

“You awake, sleepy head?”

Coming fully awake, I realized I’d fallen asleep in Travis’s bed—in his arms. “Oh, no, no, no, no…” I shifted away from him then vaulted from the bed.

“Kamari, what are you doing?”

As I spared him a quick glance, I paused. His body was carved with muscles I would have never expected beneath the clothes of a man that was so gangly when we were growing up. My gaze feasted on his broad shoulders, tight abs and his thick cock in repose, but still semi-hard. He was gorgeous and still nude as he sat up and frowned at me.

Looking away, I searched around the bed. I turned one direction then the other trying to recall where my clothes were. The chair in the sitting room. Thankful I remembered, I rushed in that direction.

“Kamari!”

“Travis. Oh, God. This was a mistake.” I grabbed my panties then stepped into them.

“What are you talking about?” He flicked on the sitting room light from where he stood in the wide doorway leading to the bedroom.

I dragged the lacy material up my legs. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“How did you get in here anyway?” He crossed his arms over his chest.