He'd pay for this, he knew. Somewhere, sometime, this one night would rise up and bite him in the ass. And still, he couldn't help but follow through. His wife was a part of the past, a life that no longer existed. He was no longer Lord Xavier Travis Dermont. He was Travis Caine, a facilitator between disagreeing parties, criminal or legal.
He was a man with an unsavory past now. A man that others feared. And he had no life to offer Lilly. They had nothing to offer each other, but this night. As the motor cut off, Travis let his hands grip hers where they pressed against his abs, her small fingers warm, trembling before helping her dismount behind him.
He had every intention of getting her to the room, getting her into a bed before he touched her. He knew how shaky his own self-control was.
As he turned to her, though, and stared into those brilliant green eyes, suddenly nothing mattered but tasting her again, feeling the heat and the warmth of her fragile body.
One hand wrapped around her neck while he pulled her to him with the other. Still straddling the cycle, he had no trouble lifting her to him, guiding her leg over his, and settling her into his body as his lips took hers and he lost himself in her kiss.
His c**k pressed into the junction of her thighs, the heated softness of it beneath the thin leather she wore made him think of sweet summer nights. Damn, she was going to be that good, that slick and wet for him. He knew it. He could sense it.
Tangling the fingers of one hand into her hair, he held her in place as his lips and tongue rav-ished hers. Lilly gave as good as she got. Her fingers speared into his hair, tight and desperate, and a mewling little moan tore from her lips as her tongue licked at his, stroking, caressing with desperate hunger. He shouldn't have started this out here. He should never have allowed himself to touch her yet, to taste her. He knew the taste of her. It had tormented him for months. He knew the feel of her, but not enough. Not yet.
Jerking back from her, Travis did the only thing he could think of to keep from being arrested for lewd and indecent acts in a public place.
He lifted her from him, ignoring her protesting cry as he unwrapped one of her legs from around his waist and helped her back to her feet. Swinging his leg over the seat, he wrapped his arm around her waist and all but dragged her to the side entrance of the motel.
Sliding the key card through the security reader, he waited for the subtle click, then pushed the door open and led her to the elevator.
It took only minutes to reach the fourth floor and the room he'd rented for his stay there. He paused a moment to ensure that the hair he'd lain over the top of the reader was still there before he swiped the card, then pulled Lilly into the darkened room.
There was no thinking after that. There was only the taste of her, the feel of her. Stripping her of the clothes that kept the satin softness of her body from him, then tearing his own from his body to allow his flesh to stroke against hers, and still, he couldn't make it past the small sitting area to the bed that was only a few steps away.
He was dying for her. God help him, he couldn't stand another moment away from her, so much as a second without their flesh touching. Never in his life had a woman affected him this way. Never had he known such a powerful hunger, such a driving need to touch, to taste, to forever imprint the feel of another's flesh inside his mind.
Until Lilly Belle.
Pulling his head back to string kisses down her neck, he was surprised as she began stringing them down his chest instead. Held in a vise of pure sensual sensation, Travis could only feel, could only watch as her lips and tongue painted a trail of agonizing pleasure to the thick, heavy erection that pulsed in need. Never had he seen anything so beautiful as the sight of her going to her knees in front of him, naked, her br**sts swollen, her ni**les hard. Her fingers attempted to wrap around the width of his cock, but they couldn't quite make it. That didn't stop her from leaning forward and licking a white-hot trail of sensation over the sensitive crest.
"You don't have to do this," he groaned, but damn, he wanted her to. A siren's smile curved her lips before they parted over the wide head of his cock, and slowly, tantalizing, she sucked it into the silken heat of her mouth. Travis's fingers bunched in the heavy strands of her hair.
His head tilted back as the muscles in his body tightened, bulged with the effort to survive the extremity of the pleasure now washing through him.
The heated dampness swirled around the head of his cock, seared over nerve endings so
sensitive now that each draw of her mouth, each lash of her tongue, was an agony of pleasure.
Bending his head once again, he forced his eyes open, forced himself to watch the most erotic sight he had ever seen. It was enough to make his balls clench in agony. The sight of her lips parted over his cock, taking him in, sucking him with reckless greed as the fingers of one hand stroked the shaft, and the other, sweet heaven, the fingers of her other hand curled around his balls, her nails scraping the flesh as he felt her moan vibrating around the too-sensitive head. Each draw of her mouth drove him closer to the breaking point. Each lick of her tongue had his nerve endings screaming with need.
Until he couldn't take any more.
Gripping her shoulders, he drew her to her feet despite her protests, a tight grimace contort-ing his features as the hard flesh slipped free of the hot ecstasy surrounding it.
He'd wanted so much more than he would be able to give her this first time. He wanted to touch her for hours, stroke her, taste her. He'd wanted to gorge himself on her and pray it would finally sate the hunger tormenting him. Instead, he could do nothing but lift her to him, turn, and sit her on the desk beside them. He reached down, grabbed his pants, fished a condom out of his pocket, sheathed himself, and stepped between her thighs. As her legs
wrapped around his h*ps he stared into the wild green of her eyes, and knew he would never have enough.
"I have to," he groaned as he pressed the head of his c**k against the snug, heated entrance of her slick pu**y.
The slick dampness coated his flesh as he pressed against her, easing with agonizing slow-ness inside the tight entrance.
"I waited." Her whisper tore into his soul. "Tell me it's not a dream." What she did to him was probably illegal. It might very well get him killed.
"It's a dream." He had to clench his teeth against the rapture enclosing his c**k as her sweet pu**y began to suck him inside. "Tell yourself that, Belle. Believe it. It's just a dream."