The Billionaire of Bluebonnet(16)

She returned to the apartment, still rather out of sorts about things. While she’d been gone, the food had been left in grocery bags on the counter, and she put it away in his nearly empty fridge, studying the contents: a few old takeout boxes, some beer and wine and a few bottles of water. She shook her head at the sight and turned to feed Gregory.

While the pig liked carrots and fresh vegetables, she was careful with his diet and mostly fed him pig feed. She was hungry, too, so she dug through the bags for the snacks she’d requested. Finding crackers and cheese, she sat down on one of the stools at the bar in his immaculate kitchen and ate.

Some time later, he padded into the kitchen behind her, and leaned in and kissed her neck. “Want to go out and grab some dinner?”

She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost nine at night. She was a little irritated at him. He’d worked all day, ignoring them. “Now?”

“Now,” he agreed. “I’m finished for the day.”

How thoughtful, she thought dryly. “It’s kind of late and I’m not sure we should leave Gregory unattended. When he’s scared, he chews on things.”

“Ah.” He leaned in and kissed her neck again. His hand ran down her arm, caressing her. “I ignored you, didn’t I? I’m sorry. You must be starving. Pizza?”

She caved a little at that. He wasn’t used to having someone around all day. “Pizza’s fine. Thank you.”

Travis continued to nip at her neck, brushing aside her hair. He texted something into his phone, and then set it down, wrapping his arms around her waist. “My assistant will be by with one in about a half hour.”

Risa was beginning to feel sorry for his assistant. “All right.”

He tugged on her shirt, untucking it from her waistband. “That gives us plenty of time for a little privacy. Come into the living room with me.”#p#分页标题#e#

She only hesitated for a moment, then slid down from the stool. He linked her hand in his and led her back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and then tugged her down until she straddled him on the couch.

“Much better,” he said, running a hand down her back.

Uncomfortable, Risa felt tense and awkward in his embrace. Her weight was pressing down on his thighs, and the last thing she wanted was to crush him. “Am I too heavy?”

He shook his head, kissed the soft bend in her arm. “I like you the way you are. Soft and delicious in my arms.”

“You can melt a girl with your words.”

His eyes gleamed wickedly, and she forgot all about how he’d worked all day long and ignored her. “Good.”

Risa leaned in to kiss him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel his erection pushing up against the cradle of her sex. His hand moved between them, fingers brushing against her nipple, and she gasped against his mouth.

“Been waiting all day to touch you again,” he said softly, his thumb moving back and forth against her nipple, hardening it to an aching peak. “Couldn’t wait to pull you in my arms again. I kept getting distracted during my meetings.”

He’d noticed her? Even when she’d thought he was busy? She was going to have to prance around the apartment in nothing but her panties next time, then. She kissed him to let him know how pleased that made her, and was rewarded with a tiny thrust of his hips, forcing that hard length against her core. Pleasure rocked through her and she rolled her hips against him, eliciting a groan from him.

“Take your shirt off,” he told her, sliding his hand under her clothing to caress her belly.

She lifted her arms and dragged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His mouth latched on to her nipple through her bra, tugging at the peak and she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair. Oh God. She wanted more of his mouth, more of him. She needed him deep inside her again. She ached to have him seated deep.

He dragged his teeth over her nipple, then rolled his tongue against it, leaving the lace of her bra wet from his ministrations. He turned to her other breast, using his mouth on her nipple as he teased the other with his fingers.

She thought she’d go mad from how good it felt, and couldn’t stop rocking over his cock, the small movements as involuntary as the passionate whimpers that escaped her throat.

After a moment, he lifted his head. “Condoms.”

Risa nodded and rolled to the side of him, sitting on the couch in a daze, still in her bra and her jeans. He leaned over and pressed another hard kiss to her mouth. “Get naked for me while I grab one.”

Another burst of pleasure shot low in her belly at his command, and she nodded. While he left the room, she unhooked her bra and discarded it, then shimmied out of her jeans. She was just about to step out of her panties when she remembered.