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kinds of thoughts about Travis before. Or had she, and she’d tried to
deny it?
It was time to take control of her life,
her destiny.
The steam had cleared, and so had the
shower screen. Travis stood rigid, couldn’t drag his eyes away. God, she was beautiful.
“You have two choices – one, get the hell
out of here, or two; climb in with me.”
Did he hear her correctly? “What did you say?”
He shook his head. No way – she didn’t invite
him into her shower.
“I said, get the hell out of here, or climb
in with me.”
Travis slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Had
he taken leave of his senses? Could this be seen as taking advantage? Would she
hate him in the morning – would he hate himself in the morning?
He stood stripped of every piece of
clothing – Marissa had watched him undress. It felt right somehow. As though it was the most natural thing to do. With her – only with her.
He opened the shower door and stepped in. Marissa
had her hair tied back, to keep it dry. He preferred it down – but it suited
her this way too.
What the hell was he thinking? He was in
the shower with a naked woman, with Marissa, and he’s thinking about her hair?
He looked at her – she was standing under
the water, it ran down her face, over her breasts, her...
He leaned forward and kissed her gently,
then slid his hands down over her buttocks. He reached for the soap, lathered
his hands, and ran them over her – all over her.
It felt— How could
he explain it? It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
Marissa leaned forward, kissed his neck,
and slid her arms around his waist.
He felt himself go hard, pushing against
her. He looked into her face, she was smiling, he moved, trying to stop himself from pushing her, but she repositioned herself next
to him again.
Perhaps she liked it? Was it turning her
on?
Travis was worried – did she feel
obligated? He didn’t want her that way.
“Are you sure about this?”
She covered his lips with her fingers.
“Sure.” Her fingers slid down his torso, and stopped at his navel. How could he
endure this torture? He kissed her lips, slid his tongue in her mouth. Her
breathing was quickening, her fingers slipped down to his erection. She held
onto him.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
Travis turned off the water, and reached
for the towel.
He began to dry Marissa, noticing the goose
bumps on her skin. “Cold?”
She looked at him, then shook her head.
“You’re really sure about this?”
Marissa covered his lips with her fingers
again.
There would be no turning back. What if she
called out Jeremy’s name?
He wrapped her in the towel, and then
grabbed another one out of the cupboard for himself.
“I lit the fire,” he said, then decided it
was a pretty stupid thing to say. It suddenly dawned on him – he was nervous!
Travis led Marissa over near the fireplace,
and she sat on the rug, still wrapped in the towel.
Jonah was there too, and Travis shoved him
out of the way. “Not tonight, sport. Find somewhere else.”
Marissa laughed, but Travis could tell she
was nervous too.
He kneeled on the rug next to her, and
removed his towel; Marissa followed his lead, then lay
on her back. Travis leaned forward, balanced above her, moving in to kiss her,
and Marissa opened her mouth to accept his kiss.
He looked into her eyes. Was she really
ready for this? She stared back at him, and he tried to read her thoughts. Nothing. Nothing! No anger, no worry, and no anguish.
Travis positioned himself above her, sheathing
himself with a condom, and Marissa opened herself up to him. He moved slowly at
first, then moved deeper and deeper inside her, gently
rocking.
She moved her hands over his back. God, she
was killing him! He began to move quicker and quicker, her body jerked under
him, and he emptied himself into her as they came together.
Travis rolled off her sweaty body, and lay
next to her on the rug. As he turned and faced her, he saw the
deny it?
It was time to take control of her life,
her destiny.
The steam had cleared, and so had the
shower screen. Travis stood rigid, couldn’t drag his eyes away. God, she was beautiful.
“You have two choices – one, get the hell
out of here, or two; climb in with me.”
Did he hear her correctly? “What did you say?”
He shook his head. No way – she didn’t invite
him into her shower.
“I said, get the hell out of here, or climb
in with me.”
Travis slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Had
he taken leave of his senses? Could this be seen as taking advantage? Would she
hate him in the morning – would he hate himself in the morning?
He stood stripped of every piece of
clothing – Marissa had watched him undress. It felt right somehow. As though it was the most natural thing to do. With her – only with her.
He opened the shower door and stepped in. Marissa
had her hair tied back, to keep it dry. He preferred it down – but it suited
her this way too.
What the hell was he thinking? He was in
the shower with a naked woman, with Marissa, and he’s thinking about her hair?
He looked at her – she was standing under
the water, it ran down her face, over her breasts, her...
He leaned forward and kissed her gently,
then slid his hands down over her buttocks. He reached for the soap, lathered
his hands, and ran them over her – all over her.
It felt— How could
he explain it? It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
Marissa leaned forward, kissed his neck,
and slid her arms around his waist.
He felt himself go hard, pushing against
her. He looked into her face, she was smiling, he moved, trying to stop himself from pushing her, but she repositioned herself next
to him again.
Perhaps she liked it? Was it turning her
on?
Travis was worried – did she feel
obligated? He didn’t want her that way.
“Are you sure about this?”
She covered his lips with her fingers.
“Sure.” Her fingers slid down his torso, and stopped at his navel. How could he
endure this torture? He kissed her lips, slid his tongue in her mouth. Her
breathing was quickening, her fingers slipped down to his erection. She held
onto him.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
Travis turned off the water, and reached
for the towel.
He began to dry Marissa, noticing the goose
bumps on her skin. “Cold?”
She looked at him, then shook her head.
“You’re really sure about this?”
Marissa covered his lips with her fingers
again.
There would be no turning back. What if she
called out Jeremy’s name?
He wrapped her in the towel, and then
grabbed another one out of the cupboard for himself.
“I lit the fire,” he said, then decided it
was a pretty stupid thing to say. It suddenly dawned on him – he was nervous!
Travis led Marissa over near the fireplace,
and she sat on the rug, still wrapped in the towel.
Jonah was there too, and Travis shoved him
out of the way. “Not tonight, sport. Find somewhere else.”
Marissa laughed, but Travis could tell she
was nervous too.
He kneeled on the rug next to her, and
removed his towel; Marissa followed his lead, then lay
on her back. Travis leaned forward, balanced above her, moving in to kiss her,
and Marissa opened her mouth to accept his kiss.
He looked into her eyes. Was she really
ready for this? She stared back at him, and he tried to read her thoughts. Nothing. Nothing! No anger, no worry, and no anguish.
Travis positioned himself above her, sheathing
himself with a condom, and Marissa opened herself up to him. He moved slowly at
first, then moved deeper and deeper inside her, gently
rocking.
She moved her hands over his back. God, she
was killing him! He began to move quicker and quicker, her body jerked under
him, and he emptied himself into her as they came together.
Travis rolled off her sweaty body, and lay
next to her on the rug. As he turned and faced her, he saw the
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