The Billionaire of Bluebonnet (Bluebonnet #1.5)(4)
Author: Jessica Clare

She shivered in response, tilting her head back when he leaned in to nip at her neck, and then her earlobe. Her entire being was focused on that hand traveling up her shirt, though, and she sucked in a breath when he cupped one of her large br**sts, her n**ples hardening against his palm.

“Your br**sts are amazing,” he murmured against her neck. “I want to see them. Bury my face in them. Suck on your n**ples for hours.”

A soft whimper escaped her throat. That sounded like heaven.

At her whimper, Gregory squealed in response, reminding them that the pig was in the kitchen with them still. Travis froze and then glanced at the pig, then back at Risa.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He leaned in and kissed her mouth lightly again, waiting for an answer.

She hesitated. If she jumped into bed with him, he’d think she was easy. Then again, what did it matter if he thought she was easy? She’d never see him again after tonight. He had nothing tying him to her, nothing to discuss and nothing to hold him there now that his grandmother was gone.

She could have her fantasy night of sex tonight and be gone in the morning. Each of them would go their separate ways and she’d have this luscious memory of the time that a delicious, powerful man had wanted someone as boring as herself.

“My room,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again. “I have condoms.”

He stood up and held a hand out for her.

She placed her hand in his and stood. “Give me a second.” She moved to the refrigerator and took a large carrot out of the crisper, and then waved it at Gregory. “Want a treat?”

The pig squealed with delight, dancing on little hooves and circling wildly.

Travis chuckled at the sight, and it filled Risa with warmth. Maybe he wasn’t made of ice after all. There was hope for poor Gregory yet. She opened the back door and flung the carrot out into the yard, watching the pig make a dash for it. Then she shut the door and turned back to Travis with a shaky smile. “The pig is taken care of.”

He was still smiling, and put his hand out for her again, and she placed her hand in his once more. They said nothing as they moved up the creaky steps of the old house and headed for Risa’s 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 h*ps 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.

“I want to see you nak*d,” he told her in a husky voice, tugging at her loose shirt again. “Want to see these gorgeous br**sts. 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.

“Nothing,” she told him, running a hand down the front of his nak*d 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 c*ck 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 n**ples pebbled hard in the moonlight. Her br**sts were large, the n**ples tight, but they weren’t the perkiest br**sts. He was probably used to seeing fake, bouncy br**sts, and this made her feel worse.

But he groaned, reaching to cup both of her br**sts 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.

“Oh 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.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against her skin, brushing kisses over the globe of her breast before turning to give attention to her other.

“I’ve never felt anything so good,” she said softly.

“I 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 nak*d.

With Travis Jesson, her fantasy man.

He stepped out of his boxers in the next moment, kicking them to the ground, and he pushed her gently to the bed. She felt the head of his c*ck brushing against her thighs, the crown slick with pr**um. Her fingers trailed over it and he hissed in response.

“Not yet,” he told her. “I want to touch you, first. Make you come. I want you moaning and wild when I sink into you.”

The breath stole from her throat at that mental image. “I want that, too.”

“Then lay back, Risa, and let me explore you.”

She lay back on the bed, ignoring the way her br**sts bounced as she did, but she noticed his gaze was riveted there. He leaned in and kissed the tip of each one again, sending new shock waves of pleasure rippling through her body. She moaned, reaching for him.

He clasped both of her hands in one of his and reared back, studying her body. “You’re so soft and beautiful, Risa.” The fingers of his free hand brushed over her belly button. “You’re not as freckled here.”

“Not much sun hits there.”

“I think you’d be gorgeous on a nude beach,” he said softly. “I’d love to see every inch of this skin kissed by the sun and freckled.”

She laughed. “I don’t think anyone wants to see me on a nude beach, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Do you not realize how sexy you are?” Travis bent over her and kissed her belly button, then lightly traced his tongue over the small indentation. “The curve of your belly is delicious. Makes me want to sink my c*ck deep inside you.” His hand moved lower, caressing the curls of her p**sy. “Are you freckled here?”

The whimper in her throat caught. “I—I don’t know.”

“I want to find out,” he said, bending low. “Spread your legs for me.”

Biting her lip, she hesitated a moment, then spread her legs a bit.

His hand was immediately there, releasing hers to push her thighs apart. Before she could protest, he leaned in and licked her long, slow, and deep.

Risa cried out. “Travis!”

He groaned against her p**sy. “You taste so sweet. I could lick you for hours.”

Quiver after quiver of desire raced through her body. She felt his breath on her most intimate flesh, felt his tongue sweep over the wet folds again, then circle her cl*t with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure began to build inside her body and her thighs clenched, her body tensing. “Travis, I . . .”

He lifted his head, looking up at her with hot, dark eyes. “You want me to stop?”

She stared at him, at his beautiful face, his mouth wet from tasting her. She didn’t want him to stop. Even if this was madness, she wanted it. Her fingers stroked along his cheeks, then moved to his hair, and then she pushed his head back toward her thighs.

“Good,” he said roughly, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you come.”

The moan that had been building in her throat escaped again, and Risa clung to his head as his tongue stroked over her cl*t again, teasing it with back-and-forth and then circular motions. One of his fingers slid along her wet folds, and she tensed as it suddenly thrust deep into her p**sy. It was too much, too quick, and she was going to come too soon. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this, to savor being in his arms.

But then he thrust his finger inside her again, at the same time that his tormenting tongue pressed against her clit, and she came with a sobbing gasp, her h*ps undulating as she held his face to her sex, riding the waves of her orgasm.

He continued to lick and suck at her flesh, drawing out her pleasure until she’d relaxed, limp, back in her bed, her fingers still stroking through his hair, aftershocks making her legs tremble.

That had been the single best orgasm she’d ever had. Period. This was definitely going to be a fantasy that would be replayed in her head, over and over again, for the rest of her life.

Travis leaned up on his knees, looming over her sprawled thighs. He gave her a possessive look and then leaned in to press a few kisses on her br**sts. “Love these. You have some of the most amazing br**sts I’ve ever seen.”

She flushed with pleasure at his compliment, feeling herself preening mentally. How nice to sleep with a man that actually enjoyed her fuller curves, rather than suggesting a breast reduction.

He glanced around her room, his gaze moving to the dresser nearby. “Condoms?”

Of course. She rolled to the side of the bed and slid open her nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and handing it to him. Her shyness was gone, her excitement building again. She couldn’t wait to have this gorgeous man between her thighs, seated deep inside her, pounding into her. Just the thought made her body tense with anticipation all over again.

She watched him as he tore open the condom and rolled it down his length. God, he was beautiful. Surely the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Even his c*ck seemed perfect for her. She wanted to tell him this, but all she could do was reach out and trace her fingers lightly over his skin, words failing her.

He didn’t want to hear her talk, after all. He just wanted comfort sex. She had to keep that in mind.

With the condom on, he glanced back over to Risa and gave her a slow, sultry smile that made her heart pound. Travis leaned over and kissed her even as his hand pressed her thighs wide apart again. She spread her legs, her gaze riveted to his body in the pale moonlight of her room.