Page 16 of It’s Always Been You (Always #1)

Brake lights started to blink sporadically ahead. He cursed. Traffic. Welcome to Washington DC. What possessed him to pick a faraway restaurant for dinner? Because he wanted to impress her. Well, he absolutely couldn’t wait to taste her.

He spotted an exit. It would take them around the Beltway on a relatively empty stretch of road and add another thirty minutes to their trip home, but looking at the Beltway traffic, that would still be the faster alternative.

Travis cut in sharply in front of a car, which honked angrily at him.

“What are you doing?” Caitlin screeched.

“Traffic.”

“I see that but—”

“I’m taking a different route home,” Travis informed her.

He groaned when he saw the road was not as deserted as he thought, figuring everyone else had the same idea. He tried to think of another route, but by this time his brain was dead and all the thinking had gone south.

He spotted a farm with a long driveway lined with trees. Perfect.

He made a right turn into the farm’s entrance .

“Travis, it says private property,” Caitlin said in alarm.

Ignoring her, he rolled the SUV a hundred feet up under a plush canopy of trees, cut the engine, and turned off the headlights.

He slammed out of the vehicle, rounded the front to get to her side, and yanked her door open. He plucked her out of her seat, and deposited her into the back one, following in right behind her.

“Are you crazy?” Caitlin hissed. “On the side of the road, Travis? Really?”

“You make me do crazy things, babe,” he said before he pushed her flat on her back. He shoved her skirt up, spreading her thighs, one leg up and cocked at the knee, the other leg had its foot resting on the floor of the SUV.

“Travis.” She tried to push up, but he pressed her down again and wedged himself between her legs, covered her body, and shut her up with his mouth. She yielded to his probing tongue. Fuck, she tasted of chocolate cake and vanilla. So damned sweet.

His hand searched for the zipper of her top.

“Where’s the damned zipper?” he rasped against her lips.

“Side.”

Fucking women’s clothes were so complicated, Travis thought desperately until he finally found the damned thing and yanked it down.

The bodice loosened. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

His mouth left her lips as he hungrily fastened his teeth on her nipple.

She moaned in response, spurring him to suck at the turgid tip even as his hand searched between her legs.

He felt her spread her legs automatically, pushing her pussy desperately into his fingers.

He was going to lose his shit. His fingers were drenched.

Giving her nipple one last twirl with his tongue, he cursed the cramped space and had her sit up partially so he could get in position. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face between her thighs .

Oh, fuck me ! Her feminine musk. He missed this.

The taste of her finally on his tongue. He growled and feasted ferociously.

He held the crotch of her panties to one side so he could run his tongue over her clit.

Teasing the swollen nub out of its hood, he drew in the moisture from her pussy to bathe the bundle of nerves in slickness before he gently sucked it between his lips.

He remembered exactly how she liked it. And she shot off like a rocket when he did his combo move with his tongue and lips.

“Travis! Oh, God, don’t stop. Oh, please . . .”

He added his fingers when she was incredibly slick, and he could feel her orgasm clamping over his digits.

He shifted her again and crawled up on top of her, letting his fingers finish wringing her release while he kissed her fervently.

“Fuck, babe, you taste as sweet as ever,” he whispered hoarsely. “I missed you so damned much.”

“You?” She managed a gasp.

“I’m fine.” Travis watched her passion-filled eyes close as another wave hit her.

He continued pumping his fingers within her warm silken walls, savoring every nuance of her shudders.

And as she screamed his name once more, he shoved his face in the crook of her shoulders and rasped into her ears, “That’s it, babe. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Holy freaking orgasm!

She had never, ever come so hard in her life. Well. That she could remember. Her whole body was still tingling from the intensity of her release. And that had just been from his mouth and fingers. And from all accounts, a quickie. What if he did that to her every day and took his time?

Travis was a dangerous man. To her heart and her physical longings. He’d definitely given her a preview of what a sexual relationship with him would mean. And he’d been a wonderful husband so far. It was easy to fall in love with this man.

She recognized the scenery now that flashed by her window.

They were almost home after getting stuck in stop-and-go traffic for almost an hour.

They had not spoken to each other after their heated encounter in the backseat.

She was too overwhelmed to say anything.

Travis must be feeling the same, for he seemed content to curse at the aggravating slow crawl of cars before them.

When they pulled into the garage, she heard him exhale deeply and thought she heard him mutter, “Finally.”

Caitlin slid off her seat, and was surprised to find Travis was already in front of her, waiting for her to clear the door so he could close it for her.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gruff.

“Of course, Travis—”

“I wasn’t too rough?”

“Well, I’m the one who had an orgasm,” Caitlin teased. “I’m not complaining.”

Relief flooded his eyes.

They entered the house through the kitchen. Travis asked if she wanted anything as he grabbed a glass to get some water.

“No. I’m good,” Caitlin said. She had the sudden urge to retreat. She felt bare, like he had exposed her soul, and she was feeling extremely vulnerable. “Thanks for dinner, Travis. Good night.” She turned to scuttle up the stairs.

She jumped when she heard him slam the glass on the countertop and footsteps plodded distinctly behind her. Caitlin felt fingers clamp around her upper arm, and he spun her around to face him.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Travis said furiously. “Are you playing this game with me?”

“No! ”

“Then what’s with all these mixed signals?” he demanded. “You were all light and teasing in the garage, and suddenly you’re skittish?”

“I just don’t know what to do next,” Caitlin said helplessly.

“I’ll tell you what I’m doing next. I’m taking you to bed—no, don’t look at me that way—I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready, and, sunshine, right now, you’re not ready.

” Travis’s eyes searched her face. “We’ve been sleeping apart for two weeks.

That shit stops now. I want you in my fucking bed starting tonight. ”

All that cursing punctuating his declaration told her that Travis was done being Mr. Nice Guy. He was showing his true arrogant asshat self. “Now wait a minute—”

He leaned in closer and snarled, “Not up for discussion.”

“Excuse me?” Caitlin felt her temper spike. “For all intents and purposes, we’ve been on one date.”

“For all intents and purposes, babe, we’re fucking married,” he shot back.

“Says you!”

“Yeah? And are you going to deny you were screaming my name while you were creaming all over my mouth and fingers an hour ago?”

“Don’t be crude! God!” Caitlin threw up her arms in frustration.

“I’m done waiting for you to come around, so let me clue you in, Cat,” Travis said.

“I’ve tasted you again, and, babe, it’s fucking sweet.

Not living without that again even for a single second.

You’ll be waking up in my bed, every morning with me wrapped around you.

You may also find me with my dick inside you or with my mouth on your pussy—”

Oh, my God, I’m having another orgasm , Caitlin thought.

“—I decide how to wake you up, and I promise you’ll love it.”

Well, she did tell Dr. Lester she wanted Travis to show her his true colors, and it appeared she had gotten her wish.

So why was she all frigging tongue-tied right now?

Because his proximity affected her so much, and she was finding it an effort to even breathe.

Unable to speak, she let her eyes do the talking, shooting sparks of defiance at him.

One dark brow quirked up in amusement. He was laughing at her?

She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and said, “This Neanderthal act won’t work with me. Good night!”

And with her chin jutting out, she stomped toward the staircase. At the bottom of the landing, she bent to unstrap her sandals. When she managed to take both of them off, she found herself suddenly upside down, moving up the stairs, and staring at a very nice masculine ass.

He did not just toss her over his shoulder!

“What the hell are you doing?” Her voice came out shriller than she wanted.

Travis just grunted a response and before long she found herself thrown on a bed with over two-hundred-pounds of pure sex-on-a-stick falling on top of her. She could be underhanded too and yanked his hair viciously.

He growled deep in his throat, circled her wrists with his hands, and slammed them on either side of her head.

“Stop fighting,” he ordered.

She raised her head and screeched into his face. “No!”

She caught a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes before he blocked her vision when his lips came crashing down on hers. Before he could shove his tongue into her mouth, she bit him. Travis cursed as she wiggled underneath him. She was only too aware of the growing bulge rubbing against her thighs.

She shouldn’t be so freaking aroused. Was he right when he said she liked it rough?