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to his knees. He pressed his lips to her belly button and breathed deeply. “I missed you, Ash, missed you hard.”
    She stroked her fingers through his hair, amazed to have him at her feet after so many months. Anticipating exactly what they would do next. “I missed you too. But we’re okay now.”
    He tilted his head back, and his dark grey eyes stole her breath. “We’re more than okay. Open your legs.”
    She couldn’t stop it. She shuddered, a full-out, torso-quaking rock as his request settled over her.
    Request? Order . Her limbs were already moving. “I should have taken off my undies as well.”
    Travis traced his index finger along the edge of the fabric. “I’m pretty sure I can help you with that.”
    With his hand splayed wide, his thumb reached far enough to skim the apex of her mound. She tilted her hips, trying to make contact between his fingers and where she ached.
    It was no use. Travis caught her by the hip and stilled her, continuing to stare intently between her legs as he teased her folds through the fabric.
    “Love how you’re so eager. Wet in an instant, so slick I could push you up against a wall and slam my cock into your pussy, and it’d be like coming home.”
    Ashley held on. Waiting for him. Knowing he’d get her there, even if it was in his own sweet time.
    Every brush over her clit extended his reach until Travis was rubbing her from front to back, soaking the thin fabric and allowing him to press farther on each pass. He leaned in and put his mouth over her, heat and more moisture pressing against her sex.
    It felt good, but barely there. A ghost of a touch. “Please, Travis.”
    His fingers didn’t stop moving. “Please, what?”
    “More. Make me come.”
    He tilted his head back and flames shot through her—his expression of hunger and passion exactly what she wanted to see. Only his words?
    Typical Travis.
    “Tell me. How. My tongue? My fingers? Want me to find something else to fuck you with?” The edge of her panties was jerked aside and his caress now made direct contact with skin. Wet, needy, aching skin.
    Ashley stepped wider, the cold air touching her sex and making sure she knew exactly how wet he’d already gotten her.
    “You decide.”
    His pupils widened, as did his grin. “Good answer.”
    He hooked his fingers into both sides of the thin fabric of her panties, and they were gone, ripped from her hips, and then she didn’t know where they went because he’d stuck his head between her legs and thrust his tongue deep into her core.
    He licked her hungrily. Thoroughly. Just enough time spent tormenting her clit, enough teasing everywhere else that she slid rapidly toward release, the anticipation of his touch having gotten her almost the whole way to climax, let alone knowing he was going to fuck her.
    His tongue slowed as he switched to flicking her clit lazily, and a moan escaped.
    Travis hummed in approval. “You like that, don’t you? Me eating your pretty pussy until you squirm. Bet you’re already thinking about what I’m going to do next. Wondering if I’ll slip my fingers into you and fuck you hard. Or maybe I’ll take you right to the edge before I stop and give you my cock.”
    “Anything, yes.” She pulled on his hair, trying to get his lips back to what he’d been doing, but he laughed. Stood and caught her in his arms so he could tumble her to the couch. He rolled her to her back, grabbed her knees and spread her wide. Firm hands slid down her thighs, pinning her in place before he went back to work, the teasing circles and hard laps dragging a cry from her lips.
    She loved the uncertainty, the change of pace as he read her body cues and slowed or sped up at exactly the right moment to drive her wild. And when she was gasping for air, on the verge of begging, he sucked her clit into his mouth and broke her—pleasure sweeping in and wrapping her limbs in fire.
    He was up and over her in a flash. Cock in hand, slipping on a