Page 178 of Tied to You

Travis’ hand drifts down over my waist, slipping inside my jeans. He presses his hand to my pussy, and I melt into his touch, my lips parting, the feel of his hands on me there, so overwhelmingly right.

He sees my pleasure, feels it between my legs. He sits on his haunches in a rush, stripping me of my jeans and knickers as I remove my jumper and bra, then kneel in front of him.

I’m completely naked. My heart and my body bared. “Do you see me, Travis?” I bite my lip anxiously, apparently eliciting the same reaction fromhim that it caused all those years ago.

He hums, his eyes brightening, his chest taking an extra rise as he fills his lungs with the air he needs. “I see you, Mollie.”

And I’m on him, arms all over him, working to release him. My hand finds his arousal once I push down his jeans, and I stroke, gently sliding the satiny skin in my palm until he’s fully hard. I climb his body, wrapping my legs around his waist, and sink myself down onto him.

He grunts, and my head curls to my chest, lips parting at how full I feel. “Travis,” I say on a lost whoosh of air.

“Fuck,” he moans, his hands gripping my waist tight.

I rise, then slowly lower myself back down, and his mouth presses to my chest. He nips and sucks my skin, licking and kissing as though he’s never tasted me before.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell him, my hands holding onto his shoulders, my nails curling into his muscles.

His hands still me after I roll my hips into him, the sensation of my awakening orgasm making my skin tingle.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, checking his gaze.

He blows out air, lifting to his knees, taking me with him. I’m laid flat with him still inside me. “Nothing, baby.” His cheeks puff out. “It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment, and now that it’s here, I fear I’m going ruin it by blowing my load too soon. I need a minute.”

I let out a tummy rumbling laugh. Relieved. “Time will do that to you.”

He thrusts his hips, making me groan. “It has nothing to do with age, Baby Doll.” I look back to him, seeing a light bead of sweat shimmer on his brow. “And everything to do with the woman who gave me purpose.” Another thrust, and he sends my eyes into the back of my head.

My arms fly to the pillow and he grunts, withdrawing before gently pushing back inside me. Each time he rolls his hips, a deep heat swells in my stomach. Hitching one leg, he enters me deeper, and he takes my hands in his, lifting them to around his neck. “I need you to hold me, baby.”

And I do. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I hold and I squeeze his body to mine as he begins to pump, a lustful gaze sweeping over his features. He hasn’t had this. He hasn’t had this connection in all this time?

My emotions begin to catch, and I make sure I can see his face. “I’m with you,” I pant, his body slowing only marginally, “in the chaos. I’m with you.”

“Together?”

I nod, burying my head in his shoulder, my breathing running wild with every drive of his hips. I’m on the cusp of ecstasy, holding on until he tells me he’s with me too.

“Now!” Travis roars, and I choke on a cry of his name, sweating, my hands feeling every part of him I can grab onto.

His hips buck as he unravels, filling me so completely, each thrust intensifying with his release.

It’s euphoric. Life shatteringly beautiful.

Looking down to me, he cups my jaw, tilting my face to his. He’s still coming; his hips still twitching. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I won’t let you,” I half choke, half sob into his mouth as his lips tangle with mine.

Even though we lost ourselves in the middle, I close my eyes, knowing I no longer have to live with the memory of loving him again.

Now, I get to live it.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

TRAVIS

Igrunt, rolling off her, dragging her body to lie on mine. My chest heaves, and her warm breath skates across my chest, her body rising and falling with each breath I take.

“You’ve gotten better with age.”