Page 22 of It’s Always Been You (Always #1)

Those two simple words felt like the vows Sarah had said to him on the day of their wedding. And just like the best day of his life, Caitlin was saying those same words now, all but entrusting him with her life.

He shifted her slightly in his arms and looked into her eyes. “Shut it down, Caitlin. ”

“What?”

“Shut it down,” he repeated.

“My laptop? But I’m on a roll.”

His hand dug into the back of her head, pulling her closer. He said against her lips, “Shut—it—down. Because in less than sixty seconds, you’ll be flat on your back, your legs spread, with my mouth fucking that pussy.”

Her eyes doubled in size. Travis grinned wolfishly. “Fifty-five seconds, babe.”

“I—I,” Caitlin stammered as she dragged her gaze away from his. She frantically logged out from the website and started closing the open windows.

He nuzzled her neck, pressing open-mouth kisses on that sensitive pulse that seemed to quiver faster at his touch.

“Travis . . .” She was breathless now. Good. Because he could fucking come in his pants given the anticipation. And if anything interfered with him finally sinking into that lush heat of hers, he could very well kill somebody, probably himself.

His mouth trailed up her ear. He tugged on the lobe lightly and whispered, “Forty seconds.”

He relieved her of the laptop and laid it on the side table. Without another word, and with his eyes heatedly trained on hers, he gently laid her on her back, wedging his hips securely between her thighs, effectively bunching her skirt around her hips.

For a second they just stared at each other; then he lowered his head and took her lips in a persuasive kiss.

Her mouth opened beneath his probing tongue, and he took the opportunity to taste her, to stroke the inside of her mouth and swirl his tongue around hers.

One hand stole behind her neck to pull the string that held up the fabric covering her breasts.

He lowered his head and nosed the scrap of material further down, and when his mouth reached the peak of one breast, he stopped and paid homage.

Unintelligible sounds started to escape his woman’s lips as her hands gripped his hair and her limbs tightened around him.

He sucked on a nipple; her torso arched in response.

“Travis . . .” She sighed his name. His fingers trailed down her thigh and she abraded her hips against the ridge of his pants, rubbing desperately against him.

“You don’t stop that, sunshine, you’re not getting my mouth,” Travis groaned against her breast. He pulled back and sat on his haunches, staring at the vision before him.

Her arms were cocked at the elbows, hands beside her face, tits exposed to his starved eyes.

Her legs bared, Caitlin tried to close them, but Travis stopped her.

“Don’t.” Travis held her knees apart; then his hands slid down her thighs, hooking the waistband of her panties and drawing them off her legs.

He was rigid with the force of his lust.

He spread her legs wider; then he leaned in and feasted.

His tongue laved the addictive nectar glistening from her core.

Spreading the pretty pink lips with his tongue and stroking up and lightly sucking on her clit, Caitlin’s moans spurred him to stroke harder.

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and her legs tried to squeeze his head, but he growled and pushed one leg over the couch as he burrowed further into her softness, ravishing the tender folds of her sex with his devouring mouth.

Her clit grew turgid with her arousal, and he felt her orgasm hit her.

She screamed his name, imploring him to stop, but his yearning for her taste, the musky honey that was uniquely her fragrance, fueled him to continue plundering on her supple flesh.

“I can’t, Travis . . . stop . . . oh, God.” Her mewls of pleasure threatened to snap his own control.

Finally, he pulled back and unbuttoned his jeans, lowering his zipper, he freed his cock. Grabbing his wallet, he took out a condom, ripped the foil, and sheathed himself. Crawling up her body, he carefully positioned himself at her entrance.

“Look at me, sunshine,” he entreated. He slowly pushed in, resisting the urge to shove inside her to the root. Fuck, she was tight. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she gasped, but her nails digging into his shoulders gave him a different impression. He eased in another degree and felt her shrink away from him.

“Babe—you have to tell me—”

“You’re too big,” Caitlin blurted out, and Travis would have laughed if he wasn’t in some sort of agony himself.

Cursing, he withdrew and pushed in again. Two years without sex, three years without sinking into the woman he craved, he’d probably come in five seconds. “I’m out of practice,” he confessed as he felt heat rising up his neck.

Their eyes met again—Caitlin’s crinkled in humor. “After that orgasm you gave me, I doubt it.”

He groaned and pulled out; this time he pushed all the way in and heard her whimper in protest. Her inner muscles clenched around him like a vise. He struggled to maintain his composure when his instinct was to rut madly inside her. “I’ll let you get used to me.”

“Okay,” she whispered. She wiggled her hips. Travis dropped his head to her shoulders and groaned again. She was going to kill him.

“Travis?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Please move.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He withdrew carefully and pushed back in, mindful to keep his weight off her.

One part of him felt like an insensitive brute for wanting to have sex with her when she was covered in bruises, but nothing felt more right at this moment.

The slide of his cock inside her was everything he’d dreamed about.

He was home. Her silken warmth melted away three years of loneliness and empty living, releasing an invigorating breath of exhilaration with every measured thrust.

“Caitlin . . . fuck babe . . .” His voice had taken on the texture of gravel as emotions warred with a tempest of lust. He watched her come apart as he moved inside her.

It was the beautiful, glorious sight he remembered.

Every nerve ending in his body lit up. She was fucking finally his in every way, and he was never letting her go.

She started struggling beneath him, begging him to go faster, harder.

And that’s when he gave it to her. He fucked her with no semblance of rhythm, pounding into her wildly, until he ultimately fractured into a million pieces.

Caitlin rolled over on her belly and admired the ripple of muscle under the golden skin of the man who just made love to her for hours. She was pretty sure the soreness in her body wasn’t due to her attack a couple of days ago but from the sex marathon they had engaged in all night long.

She was deliciously sated. As Travis promised her when he carried her to his bedroom—she would be “thoroughly-fucked” before dawn.

He had moved inside her at a relentless pace, as if he hadn’t wanted to stop.

But Caitlin had noticed his restraint, and though she urged him to let go like she had, she knew he was afraid to hurt her.

He had shuddered above her, his face a mixture of agony and pleasure; his movements were jerky as he tempered his passion.

Right now, gazing upon his slumbering handsome face, he looked peaceful, content.

She slipped out of bed to head back to her own room. She felt the rustle of bed sheets behind her.

“Where are you going?” Travis asked in a sleepy, but annoyed voice .

“Back to my room,” Caitlin said, poised by the door, her head turned back toward the bed.

“Get back in the fucking bed. I’m not done with you.”

“Honey, I’m impressed with your stamina, but we mortals need some rest,” Caitlin teased, fully turning back to face him. She crossed her arms down where her hands could cover the vee of her legs.

“Isn’t it a bit late for modesty?” Travis swung his legs to the floor, stalking gracefully toward her like a panther on the prowl.

Caitlin tried her damnedest not to look south of his ridged ab muscles.

But his sexy hip bone and that dusting of hair trailing from his navel down to his weapon of mass orgasm, simply made it difficult.

Caitlin held her ground, but he stopped at his dresser and opened a drawer to pull out a shirt. “Here. Put this on.”

She hesitated. Travis, with a determined look on his face and with no small amount of exasperation, closed the distance between them and helped her into his shirt. After that was done, he came up behind her and guided her back to his bed.

“I’m not used to sleeping without underwear,” Caitlin protested.

“You never were,” Travis murmured into her hair. He scooped her up before she reached the bed and gently lowered her on the center of the mattress. He got in beside her. “You simply had no choice when I was around.”

“Travis—”

“Shh … sleep. I’m not fucking you again for a few hours.”

She could hear the laughter in his voice.

“No matter how much you beg me,” he added.

She jabbed her elbow behind her and was satisfied to hear him grunt.

“Vicious woman,” he muttered. His arms came around her, his leg wedging itself between hers. Her breath caught when she felt the hairs of his thigh tickle her sex .

“Shit . . .” he whispered. “I’m fucked out, but your pussy sure feels good.”

She squirmed.

“Babe, stop,” he groaned into her neck. “If you get me hard, you’ll have to do all the work since it’s your fault. I’m not sleeping with an erection.”

“Don’t men get morning wood?”

There was a rumble of laughter behind her. “Yeah, babe, but that’s different.”

Caitlin huffed. “Men are so complicated.”

“I disagree. We eat, sleep, and fuck. Now, I need some sleep. You do, too.”

“Seriously—”

“Caitlin.” He squeezed her arm.

She exhaled deeply again and tried to sleep, but she was very much aware of the man sleeping naked behind her. Very aware.

Caitlin looked away when a needle pricked her arm.

Dr. Fern Ryan arrived promptly at 8:00 a.m. for a follow-up.

She also drew some blood to make sure the anti-serum had no lasting side effects.

Caitlin found out this morning, that aside from being Travis’s personal physician, the doctor was cleared by the CIA to treat agents of private security firms who worked for the agency.

“Any nausea or dizziness?” the doctor asked as she tested the dilation of her pupils.

“Nope, just the pain from the bruises. I even stopped taking the pain meds,” Caitlin replied.

Dr. Ryan exuded a business-like air. Her chestnut hair was gathered in a severe bun, and was streaked with gray.

Caitlin would place the doctor’s age in her early fifties.

She was extremely slender, almost bony in some places, but she was ramrod straight in carriage.

Caitlin wouldn’t be surprised if she had been in the military at one point and couldn’t imagine Travis asking the doctor to bring him condoms.

“I believe you’re receiving the birth control shot today?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

Caitlin was still annoyed at Travis’s high-handedness.

“I’m sure,” Caitlin sighed.

The doctor smiled, softening her austere appearance quite a bit. She took out a vial from her medical kit and tore open a package for a fresh syringe. “You shouldn’t let him bulldoze you into things. That man can be quite . . . arrogant.”

“I’m aware of that fact.”

“Something tells me he’s met his match though.”

Caitlin’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s in surprise, but she got distracted by another prick on her arm.

“I feel like a human pin cushion,” Caitlin muttered.

“Poor girl. It wasn’t too long ago when I gave you that physical. Hopefully, I won’t be seeing you again for a while.”

“You and me both. All done?”

The doctor nodded and started to pack up. Caitlin waited for her to gather her things so they could exit Travis’s study together.

Travis was pacing outside the room with a somber look on his face. When he saw them, he barked, “What took so long?”

“Calm down, Travis. I just wanted to be thorough,” Dr. Ryan answered.

He inclined his head jerkily, his eyes cutting to Caitlin, but he was addressing the doctor, “Is she okay?”

“Healthy as an ox.”

Relief mellowed the tension on his face.

“No heavy exercise,” the doctor added, her meaning not lost on them both. Caitlin felt color rising to her cheeks even as Travis turned ruddy. “And if you don’t want her to get pregnant, Travis, you should continue using condoms for a week.”

Travis grinned. “Not a problem, Fern.”

The doctor shook her head, reached out, and squeezed Travis’s arm. “I’m glad you found her.”

She turned her bespectacled gaze on Caitlin. “You have a good man here, young lady. Stay out of trouble.”

Travis slung his arm around Caitlin, pulling her close, and kissed the top of her head. They walked the doctor to her car, and watched her pull away. Returning to the house, Travis paused at the foyer and turned her fully in his arms. “We have a slight problem.”

His tone seemed serious, but his face wasn’t.

“Um . . . What?”

“My parents are coming over.”