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Curling my arms around his shoulders, he stands taking me with him, sitting me on the edge of the pool table again. “Two weeks is too long to go without tasting you.” He tames my hair, brushing it back.

I hum with a slight laugh, angling my head to him. “We have lots of catching up to do.”

He places a chaste kiss on my forehead, his fingers gripping my hips and squeezing. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Smiling against his lips as he presses them to mine, I uncurl my arms from his shoulders and make my way to his already undone belt. My fingers run through his hair, making his breath stutter. I free him, sucking in a gasp when I wrap my hand around his thick shaft. Fuck, I want him inside me.

He undoes his buttons, removing his shirt and lifting his t-shirt over his head. With one hand wrapped around him, the other runs up his chest, leisurely exploring every inch of his stomach muscles and his chest. I make sure to run my nails over his skin, digging them in as I tighten my grip on him. “Like that, baby?” I whisper, using his words, before pressing my lips to his chest. I nip at his skin, dragging it through my teeth then gently kiss the area.

Travis wraps a hand around my throat, his eyes growing wider. He hesitates for a second, watching his thumb aimlessly stroking over my skin. Remembering. “Did I hurt you?”

He’s referring to the night he rode home, drunk. “You didn’t hurt me.” My free hand travels to his wound. “But you got hurt.” I straighten my spine, kissing his shoulder. The hole is deep. The stitches still in place.

Sweeping my hair off my neck, he kisses up to my ear. “The only thing that hurt was the idea of living on this earth without you.” Our heads slowly turn to each other, eyes locked on each other’s lips. “I’m sorry.” His voice never wavers.

My eyes begin to fill. “You don’t have to apologise for feeling the way you do,” I whisper.

His eyes close.

Gingerly moving my hand, I slowly slide my fingers still on his shaft, up and down, bit by bit bringing him back to me.

He kisses my lips. “I really love you.”

I smile. “You really should.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

TRAVIS

My hand is back on her, pushing her back to the table. She looks fucking stunning. Her body, tight and curved. I want to devour every part of her. Want to love every inch of her. She is fucking, mine. And for some fucked up reason, she still wants me. After everything that’s happened lately; losing Chopper, me pushing her away… she still wants me.

I can say without any doubt, I don’t deserve it. I wasn’t strong like her when I should have been. The thought terrifies me; that I could kill men so easily, but couldn’t get over never wanting kids for her.

I’m ashamed that I couldn’t. Ashamed because it’s what she deserves. Ashamed because, I always thought I was man enough to stand up to my responsibilities, and yet, when it really counted—at the mere suggestion of a family, I closed myself off and panicked. My fear of becoming like my parents getting the better of me.

Looking down at her, I see her acceptance. Her love for me shines so bloody brightly, I’m momentarily rooted to the spot. I don’t know what she sees.

I don’t know what I can give her in our future. I don’t know what I can bring. I just know that whenever I look into her chocolate eyes or catch a glimpse of her face, I see my strong woman. A woman who has challenged me and given me every part of herself without hesitation. I don’t want to dim her light. I don’t ever want to be the man who tames or suppresses her. Mollie is a woman of her word.

And she’s just given me hers. She chooses me. She needs,me.I’m the luckiest fucking man to walk this planet.

When she whispers my name, I blink a long blink, pulling my attention back to the goddess bared before me. My cock naturally lines up with her pussy, the tip nudging at her entrance. I lean over her, lacing my fingers with hers, and I push her hands above her head, stretching her out underneath me. Rolling my hips, my dick slides through her wetness, and the feel of her walls gripping me, steals my breath. “I fucking love you,” I tell her, choking as I steadily fill her.

Mollie’s lip part, and I catch her moan, sealing my lips around hers. My heart booms. My head feels dizzy. Fourteen days I’ve kept this woman at bay like a fucking coward. A coward who was too scared to lose her. Too scared to love her for fear of one day losing her. What the fuck is wrong with me.

My hips begin to rock back and forth, and Mollie’s fingers tighten around mine. She wraps her legs around my hips as I press my lips to hers again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Searching. Seeking. When she begins angling her hips up toward me, I know she wants more.

Deepening our kiss, our breaths turn heavier, our movements become more frantic. “Travis.”

The sound of my name sends my hips into spasm. I begin swivelling, rotating and diving deeper into her.

She’s building. I can feel her body tightening, can see the lust filled roll of her eyes as she climbs to her release. “Oh, God,” she moans.

Then I give it to her. Hips pounding. Lips crashing. I fuck her with need. My head hovers above hers, watching her eyes as she begins to shudder.

“Travis!” Mollie’s back arches like a woman possessed. Her lips are wide, her head tilted back.

“Come for me, baby.”