Chapter 11

I hold my breath and wait. Please,I pray. Kiss me again.

When he speaks, his voice is barely audible. “I can’t believe you’re here with me right now.”

Nervous, I laugh. “Where else would I be?”

That brings his smile back. Instead of answering, he kisses me, his lips cool from the beer, his tongue malty against my own. I press my hands flat against his chest and feel smooth muscles beneath the thin material. His nipples harden under my touch. With one hand, he cradles my face as we kiss, his tongue urgent in my mouth, probing, exploring, tasting me. His other hand roams through my hair, disheveling it.

Then he pushes me to the cushions, his body heavy atop mine. I feel the hardness at his crotch press into my hip, making my own groin throb in response.

“Travis,” I whisper when he pulls back.