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door. That he knew which room was hers told her that he was rather observant, since she’d barely mentioned it to him in passing. As soon as they had the door open, he stepped in and took a look around, eyeing her untidy sheets and her clean, neat room.
    She felt a little embarrassed—that her room wasn’t sexy or exciting. It was plain and neat and wholesome and not the slightest bit wild, just like her.
    Then he turned back to her and tugged her body against him again. “Kiss me, Risa.”
    So much for wholesome. This entire idea wasn’t wholesome in the slightest. She was planning on having a one-night stand with a man who wouldn’t think twice about her in the morning. Was she really going to do this? Use him as much as he was using her?
    She waited a moment, studied his face. His dark gaze held hers, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. This decision would be entirely hers.
    She tilted her head back, leaning forward for his kiss. When his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she matched it, just as eager to kiss him as he was to kiss her. He groaned in response and she twined her arms around his neck. His hands slid to her ass and she froze for a moment, hoping he wouldn’t comment on how wide it was.
    But his hands only rubbed at her skin through her pants, tugging her hips closer to him so she could feel his erection. His mouth continued to tease and torment her own, his lips and tongue driving her wild with need. She knew she was wet for him—the ache between her legs was so intense she felt like she might scream from wanting him.
    â€œI want to see you naked,” he told her in a husky voice, tugging at her loose shirt again. “Want to see these gorgeous breasts. That bikini you wore earlier was just a tease.”
    Her bikini? Her serviceable black bikini that was more about holding everything in place than enticing a man? She laughed at the thought, but stilled when he gave her a curious look.
    â€œNothing,” she told him, running a hand down the front of his naked chest to distract him. He was so warm and delicious. His muscles were rock hard—he must find time in his busy schedule to work out. She liked the results. Her hand trailed down his front, to the cock tenting his boxers. He was hard and enormous. Of course he was. Everything about Travis Jesson was perfect, just like she’d imagined countless times in her bed, late at night.
    He tugged at her shirt hem and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Risa bit her bottom lip, her nipples pebbled hard in the moonlight. Her breasts were large, the nipples tight, but they weren’t the perkiest breasts. He was probably used to seeing fake, bouncy breasts, and this made her feel worse.
    But he groaned, reaching to cup both of her breasts in his hands and admiring the way they overflowed his grasp. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Risa.”
    And that was the stuff of fantasy, right there. She arched into his touch, gasping when his thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, teasing them. He leaned down to take one in his mouth.
    â€œOh God, Travis!” Desire pulsed through her as his teeth scraped over the sensitive bud. She could feel his tongue flick the tip over and over and she moaned. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding his head there. Her entire body trembled as his thumb continued to brush over her other nipple, the dual sensations driving her mad.
    â€œDo you like that?” he whispered against her skin, brushing kisses over the globe of her breast before turning to give attention to her other.
    â€œI’ve never felt anything so good,” she said softly.
    â€œI want to kiss you all over,” he said, licking the top of her other breast. “See where all these freckles go.”
    She shivered at the thought, and her hands went to the waistband of her sleep pants. She tossed them to the ground, quickly followed by her panties, and then she was