The Billionaire of Bluebonnet(8)

She shivered in response, tilting her head back when he leaned in to nip at her neck, and then her earlobe. Her entire being was focused on that hand traveling up her shirt, though, and she sucked in a breath when he cupped one of her large breasts, her nipples hardening against his palm.

“Your breasts are amazing,” he murmured against her neck. “I want to see them. Bury my face in them. Suck on your nipples for hours.”

A soft whimper escaped her throat. That sounded like heaven.

At her whimper, Gregory squealed in response, reminding them that the pig was in the kitchen with them still. Travis froze and then glanced at the pig, then back at Risa.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He leaned in and kissed her mouth lightly again, waiting for an answer.

She hesitated. If she jumped into bed with him, he’d think she was easy. Then again, what did it matter if he thought she was easy? She’d never see him again after tonight. He had nothing tying him to her, nothing to discuss and nothing to hold him there now that his grandmother was gone.

She could have her fantasy night of sex tonight and be gone in the morning. Each of them would go their separate ways and she’d have this luscious memory of the time that a delicious, powerful man had wanted someone as boring as herself.

“My room,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again. “I have condoms.”

He stood up and held a hand out for her.

She placed her hand in his and stood. “Give me a second.” She moved to the refrigerator and took a large carrot out of the crisper, and then waved it at Gregory. “Want a treat?”

The pig squealed with delight, dancing on little hooves and circling wildly.

Travis chuckled at the sight, and it filled Risa with warmth. Maybe he wasn’t made of ice after all. There was hope for poor Gregory yet. She opened the back door and flung the carrot out into the yard, watching the pig make a dash for it. Then she shut the door and turned back to Travis with a shaky smile. “The pig is taken care of.”

He was still smiling, and put his hand out for her again, and she placed her hand in his once more. They said nothing as they moved up the creaky steps of the old house and headed for Risa’s door. That he knew which room was hers told her that he was rather observant, since she’d barely mentioned it to him in passing. As soon as they had the door open, he stepped in and took a look around, eyeing her untidy sheets and her clean, neat room.

She felt a little embarrassed—that her room wasn’t sexy or exciting. It was plain and neat and wholesome and not the slightest bit wild, just like her.

Then he turned back to her and tugged her body against him again. “Kiss me, Risa.”

So much for wholesome. This entire idea wasn’t wholesome in the slightest. She was planning on having a one-night stand with a man who wouldn’t think twice about her in the morning. Was she really going to do this? Use him as much as he was using her?#p#分页标题#e#

She waited a moment, studied his face. His dark gaze held hers, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. This decision would be entirely hers.

She tilted her head back, leaning forward for his kiss. When his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she matched it, just as eager to kiss him as he was to kiss her. He groaned in response and she twined her arms around his neck. His hands slid to her ass and she froze for a moment, hoping he wouldn’t comment on how wide it was.

But his hands only rubbed at her skin through her pants, tugging her hips closer to him so she could feel his erection. His mouth continued to tease and torment her own, his lips and tongue driving her wild with need. She knew she was wet for him—the ache between her legs was so intense she felt like she might scream from wanting him.

“I want to see you naked,” he told her in a husky voice, tugging at her loose shirt again. “Want to see these gorgeous breasts. That bikini you wore earlier was just a tease.”

Her bikini? Her serviceable black bikini that was more about holding everything in place than enticing a man? She laughed at the thought, but stilled when he gave her a curious look.

“Nothing,” she told him, running a hand down the front of his naked chest to distract him. He was so warm and delicious. His muscles were rock hard—he must find time in his busy schedule to work out. She liked the results. Her hand trailed down his front, to the cock tenting his boxers. He was hard and enormous. Of course he was. Everything about Travis Jesson was perfect, just like she’d imagined countless times in her bed, late at night.

He tugged at her shirt hem and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Risa bit her bottom lip, her nipples pebbled hard in the moonlight. Her breasts were large, the nipples tight, but they weren’t the perkiest breasts. He was probably used to seeing fake, bouncy breasts, and this made her feel worse.