The Billionaire of Bluebonnet(7)

“She wasn’t lonely at the end,” Risa told him softly. “She adored that pig. Even when her hips hurt and her back ached, she would still take him out for his daily walk. She liked to take care of him. It gave her something to take the loneliness out of the day. I was always here for her, too. She wasn’t forgotten.”

His gaze rested on the open photo album. “She said she was worried I worked too much. That money wasn’t everything.”

“I seem to recall her saying that at least twice a week to me, as well,” Risa said, her lips quirking in a smile. She moved to pull her hand from his, only his grip tightened over hers. Surprised, she met his eyes and found him staring at her with an intensity that seemed entirely too sober.

“You cared for her at the end, when we weren’t here,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

Her gaze was drawn to his mouth. Hard and firm, with just a hint of stubble surrounding it. Just enough to break the cold perfection of his face. “It was my job, but I loved her, too. I enjoyed living here with her and I miss her every day.”

Their clasped hands seemed suddenly intimate. As if he realized what she was thinking, his thumb stroked along the back of her hand in a gesture that made her shiver. She felt her nipples harden through her thin shirt, and the flush began to creep back over her cheeks.

“I’m surprised I didn’t remember you,” he murmured.

“I’m not,” Risa said, and smiled to take the sting out of her words. “I worked really hard at being unobtrusive when family was here.”

He grunted, his free hand stroking along the top of Gregory’s head. The pig’s straight little tail began to windmill again with excitement and his eyes closed, clearly happy to be getting attention from people. Travis stroked his head for a few minutes and sighed heavily. “I’m usually traveling three out of four weeks in the month, Risa. I can’t take the pig.”

She swallowed hard because she knew what he was saying made sense, but she didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to think of poor Gregory being abandoned by everyone. Travis’s thumb was still brushing over her hand, making it difficult for her to concentrate. “It must be hard, all that travel. Hard to keep a relationship.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted the floor to swallow her up. Oh God. Why had she said that? The whiskey she’d chugged was burning in her belly. It was enough to make her skin warm but not enough to make her drunk. It had to be his presence.

Travis’s dark gaze was speculative as he looked at her. “No relationship at the moment.”

She nodded—what else could she say? There was an enormous knot in her throat at the moment.

His hand left hers and he turned toward her.

Risa watched, wide-eyed, as he placed a hand along her jaw and tilted her face toward his.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he told her softly. “Been thinking about it all day, and I think I have enough alcohol in me that I won’t care if you slap me.”

Before she could protest that she wouldn’t slap him, his mouth was on hers. Hot and wet and tasting of whiskey, his open mouth swooping over her own. Startled, she remained frozen underneath him for a moment, only to feel him finish the kiss quickly and then move lower, sucking and biting at her lower lip. Coaxing her to respond to him.

She moaned low, and he made a pleased sound in response. His hand went to her hip, turning her fully toward him. When she parted her lips, his tongue stroked into her mouth. He tasted warm and sweet, wholly different than that harsh chug of whiskey. His tongue brushed against her own, coaxing and teasing, and she felt an answering pulse of response between her legs. She was instantly wet, lost in this fantasy kiss.

He kissed just like a dream. Just like every dirty fantasy she’d ever had about him. And it didn’t matter that he was vulnerable and sad tonight and probably just a little drunk. This was a fantasy, right? Tomorrow she’d get up and drive to Dallas and start a new life and forget all about a kiss with a handsome man that was too far out of reach for fat, freckled Risa Moore.

But tonight, she might as well give in to the fantasy. And when his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she rubbed her tongue along his in response, sucking lightly at it as he withdrew from her.

Travis stared down at her, his eyes glazed with desire. “You’re beautiful.”

She gave him a wry look. “That’s the whiskey talking.”

“I’d need a lot more whiskey than that to make me drunk, Risa. That’s me talking.” His hand on her hip moved to the bare skin underneath her T-shirt, and he lightly grazed his fingertips over the curve of her belly. “I’ve been thinking about putting my hands on you all day.”