Wild About You

Chapter Twelve

Travis

So this is what they meant. 

Ahh okay.

I never imagined that a woman could come into my life and steal my entire soul without me even noticing. But apparently, that's exactly what happened. It's a stunning realization when you are standing in the thief's kitchen in your boxers brewing coffee. It has to be first-degree robbery, I'm sure. The potential felon in question is sleeping at the moment. Her long dark hair spread out on the pillow, her body curled up like a cat with a delicate foot peeking out from the blankets. I stand in the doorway just staring as I wait for the coffee to brew. 

I have already admitted to myself that I'm in love with her. I want to tell her but I don't want to break the spell just yet. I've had my heart broken before, much like everyone else. But a small panicked voice in my head thinks that I might not recover this time if it doesn't work out. I have to tread carefully. I'm in uncharted territory. 

All those times my mom would bug me to find a nice girl and settle down with me thinking it would never happen. I actually had the audacity to say that I couldn't imagine a woman holding my interest long enough. 

And then appeared Veronica. The irony of meeting her because I was fucking someone else too loudly might be a story I'll have to keep to myself for the rest of my life. 

What would our grandchildren say?

Sex with someone you are attracted to is good. Sex with someone you are in love with is almost more than I can handle. I imagine this is what being drug-addicted is like. You get one taste and you want more. You can't stop until you get more. It's all you think about, all you work for. 

It's not just Veronica's body I want. It's her soul, her heart. I want her to belong to me completely. I want to blot the memory of Charlie completely out of her brain. 

But right at this moment, as the coffee pot pings to signal it's ready, I want to drink my coffee and fuck her all morning and a greater part of the afternoon. 

But I can't.

Being the dutiful son that I am, I have to go see my mother this morning. Not that it's a hardship. I enjoy visiting her and my dad. But with everything that has happened in the past two days, I don't want to let Veronica out of my sight for a variety of reasons. The majority of those reasons involve extensive nudity on her part. She threw me for such a loop last night. I'm so used to being the aggressor that her dominance took me by surprise. She fucked my brains out. I want today to be about me exploring every delicious inch of her. 

The felon stirs, rubbing her eyes and stretching like a cat. I turn back to the kitchen and pour her a cup of coffee. She opens her eyes slowly when I come in and place the mug on her nightstand and sit down beside her.

"Hi," she says in a sleepy voice.

"Hi baby," I reply, leaning my arm on her other side to look over at her. She stretches a hand out and traces her finger over my face, across my eyebrows, down my cheekbones, and over my jawline until it rests on my lips. Instinctively, I kiss the tip of her finger. 

"How did you sleep?" she asks, her fingertip tracing down my neck and across my collarbone.

"Like the dead," I reply with a chuckle. How is being touched by a single fingertip getting me hard? She stops and sits up, letting the blanket fall away. Those dusky nipples are screaming my name. 

"What do plan to do today?" she asks, kissing the spot right under my ear before leaning over and picking up her mug of coffee and taking a sip. 

This bandit is a cocktease.