When Roses Collide

Chapter Thirty-One

His body, on the other hand, thought rushing was an excellent plan as his dick surged painfully into his zipper in contradiction as if it was protesting his decision. Shifting slightly to ease the pinch, he grazed his teeth over her bared shoulder, nipping sharply then soothing it with long strokes of his tongue.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered while his mouth continued its sensual path along her neck. "And you smell," he inhaled deeply, "delicious."

Placing both hands against her lovely face, Travis looked into her extraordinary eyes and quickly got lost in the violet, smoky depths. It was a smoldering combination of flirty mixed with an aroused need and it was as dangerous as sin against his constraint. This went far beyond the basic need for human yearning to touch someone or share casual contact for one night. He not only wanted to bed her, he wanted to feel this, too loose himself in her. For the first time in his life, he was making love and meaning it. With all his heart.

Travis's heart pounded in his ears as pure pleasure washed over him. He had found her at last. The one. He leaned down and sealed his fate with another taste of her swollen lips. But kissing wasn't enough for either of them apparently, as he felt her squirming beneath him, her breasts rising and falling upward in a silent plea for him to touch them.

Far be it for him to deny the lady her pleasure.

"I want to see all of you, sunshine. I need every inch of your skin bare, so I can look at you," he growled his demands as he slowly worked her knit top up over her abdomen, his fingers skimming across the flesh that was revealed. "Do you trust me?"

She nodded. "Yes, cowboy," she answered in her breathy drawl looking up at him with hooded eyes. Long lashes doing little to conceal her desire.

Travis rumbled deep in the back of his throat while primitive pride puffed up his chest making him feel like conquering hero. His fingers gripped onto the bottom of her shirt and jerked it over her head. Tossing it off to the side, he sighed at the glorious vision before him.

Her breasts were perfect large, round globes barely contained in a red, lacey bra accented with small, crimson, glittering beads delicately sew down the straps. The beads continued around the bottom, meeting in the middle with a petite, dangling oval peal hanging from the center. Never one to concern himself with women's undergarments, the sight before him had him rethinking his stance on lingerie.

He always thought it was extremely overrated, but looking at the sexy device that held his fantasy come true...well one can't be too hasty to dismiss the benefits they presented. Eager to see the rest of the ensemble, Travis got on his knees, quickly undid her belt and ran his hands down over her waist. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, he paused for a moment, his hands trembled slightly as he searched her sweet face for permission.

Harley's brilliant smile about bowled him over as she raised her hips off the bed allowing him to push it down her milky white thighs and he sent it to meet the top somewhere on the floor of her bedroom. It was then and there he was thankful he was already on his knees because if he had been standing, he would have fallen to them. Sending up a prayer to Victoria for sharing her secrets, his eyes ogled the sight before him.

Her lovely feminine delights were draped in the same red lacy material as the bra. Only there was far less of it. Holy shit! Travis damn near swallowed his tongue at the sight of the barely there thong. The sides held up with the same small, red stones meeting in the middle. Another translucent, oval pearl rested on top of her mound, giving him a sense of what treasures lay beneath it. He reached out with an unsteady hand and gently flicked the gem.

Her nervous hands fluttered over her body as if to shield herself from his gaze. "I'm not real skinny," she mumbled shyly. An embarrassed flush marred her flawless skin.