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out and thrust again. “I love hearing my name
on your lips.”
    My body had demands of its own as it lifted
my sex to meet his thrust.
    Lowering his chest to mine once again, he
placed a kiss on one side of my mouth then the other. “I can feel
your pussy squeezing my dick.”
    Oh, hell, he was right. My
traitorous sex was locked around his cock trying to hold him in
each time he pulled out. I should stop this .
    “ We need—”
    “ Oh, love, I know just
what we need.” He kissed me again, sealing off my words and
muddling my thoughts.
    I couldn’t string together a coherent
sentence if I wanted to. At that moment I didn’t want anything but
the fucking and kissing Travis was giving me. I couldn’t convince
myself it was wrong. Or persuade my body to hold off the climax
that was threatening to overtake me. Mind, body and soul I was a
willing participant in the loving. I was giving as good as he
gave.
    Wrapping both arms and legs around him, I
held him to me. I’d never had a man make me feel like this during
sex; desired and cherished.
    Travis worked my body with a fierce
intensity even as he whispered romantic things in my ear. I’d
experienced men telling me about my body during sex, but never had
a man talking about the beauty of my eyes, the sunshine of my
smile, the music of my laugh and how even hearing my voice from
across the room could make his heart stop and restart.
    With those words and others, Travis seduced
me and caused the tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes as I
cried out in ecstasy.
    “ Fuck, Kamari…do that
again.” His hand slipped between our thrashing bodies and fingered
my clit as his cock slammed into me and carried me into another
orgasm.
    Groaning, harsh and loud, he finally joined
me in the sexual rapture.
    “ Ah, love.”
    Spent, we both lay in a heap of weak limbs
and heavy breathing. Moments later, Travis rolled away and
collapsed on his back, then pulled me along his side.
    Only a few minutes, I told myself. I would
only allow myself time to recover my strength and then I had to go.
Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing beating of Travis’
heart.
    “ You awake, sleepy
head?”
    Coming fully awake, I realized I’d fallen
asleep in Travis’s bed—in his arms. “Oh, no, no, no, no…” I shifted
away from him then vaulted from the bed.
    “ Kamari, what are you
doing?”
    As I spared him a quick glance, I paused.
His body was carved with muscles I would have never expected
beneath the clothes of a man that was so gangly when we were
growing up. My gaze feasted on his broad shoulders, tight abs and
his thick cock in repose, but still semi-hard. He was gorgeous and
still nude as he sat up and frowned at me.
    Looking away, I searched
around the bed. I turned one direction then the other trying to
recall where my clothes were. The chair in
the sitting room . Thankful I remembered, I
rushed in that direction.
    “ Kamari!”
    “ Travis. Oh, God. This was
a mistake.” I grabbed my panties then stepped into them.
    “ What are you talking
about?” He flicked on the sitting room light from where he stood in
the wide doorway leading to the bedroom.
    I dragged the lacy material up my legs. “I
shouldn’t be here.”
    “ How did you get in here
anyway?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
    Like a magnet, my gaze was pulled to him. I
stifled a moan. “Please put some clothes on. Who stands around
naked?”
    “ People who just had sex.”
Shaking his head, he went back into the room.
    Picking up my skirt, I ignored his words and
put it on.
    “ Better?” He was wearing
jeans now.
    My body ached with the memory of what was
hidden behind the clothes. Not to mention my sex was tender from
the loving he’d given me. Who would have ever suspected Travis was
a sexual master? I shrugged, not wanting to incite thoughts about
his body. That would only lead me back down into the ravine of
ecstasy out of which I’d just climbed.
    “ Now, how is it that you
got into my