Christine waited impatiently for his return. She needed his touch. She wanted to be surrounded by him. She wanted to think of nothing but Travis.
The dip of the bed warned her. She felt Travis’s hands on her knees as he settled between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips tightly and put her hands on his lean, muscular body. She adored the feel of his power and strength when her fingers trailed down his back.
Christine’s fingertips dug into his skin when she felt Travis against her entrance. She barely realized Travis’s hands were under her hips before he entered her with one stroke.
Her gasp echoed in her ears as Travis remained still. Now, more than ever, Christine wanted to see him. She needed to see the straining tendons in his neck as he struggled to make this moment last. She wanted to see him surrender before she heard his hoarse cry of release.
Travis’s even thrusts drove her wild, and she didn’t want to hide her primal responses. The pleasure built higher and higher. Their mingled breaths. The musky scent. She was intensely aware of the tension and subtle changes in his body.
She couldn’t fight it any longer. Christine surrendered to the sensations. To Travis. The climax flashed hot and bright. Travis groaned as her pulsating body triggered his release. With one final thrust, Travis tumbled on top of her.
Christine wrapped her arms around him. He was heavy and warm against her. She didn’t want to move. Christine was panting as she pushed the blindfold away with a shaky hand. “Travis?” she murmured.
“Mmm?” He didn’t lift his head but instead nestled his face against her throat.
“The next item on my sex bucket list is for you to wear the blindfold.”
His chuckle vibrated against the crook of her neck. “Now I really want to see this bucket list.”
* * *
LATER THAT MORNING, Christine stepped into Jill’s Dry Cleaning on her way to work. Her kitten heels clicked on the floor as she strode to the counter. “Good morning, Jill.”
Jill glanced up from her computer and her eyes widened. “And good morning to you, Christine. Is that a new dress?”
“No,” Christine said as she adjusted the belt of her pink wrap dress. “I don’t usually wear it because the fabric clings and the neckline dips low.” She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to wear it today. She had been drawn to the feminine lines and the pretty color. And when Travis saw her in the dress, his eyes lit up just as she knew they would.
“Looks great,” Jill said with a knowing smile. “Especially when you wear your hair like that.”
“Thank you.” Christine absently reached for the clip at the top of her head. She had swept part of her hair up and allowed the rest to tumble past her shoulders. She should have scooped it up in a tight braid, but for some reason she couldn’t be bothered.
“Are you here to pick up?” Jill asked. “Because I don’t have your clothes ready yet.”
Christine waved the question aside. “No, no. I’m in no rush. I’m here because I have a question.” She rested her arms on the counter and met Jill’s curious gaze. “Do you have a bucket list for sex?”
Jill’s mouth dropped. “Say what?”
“Seriously. I don’t have a sexy bucket list. I have a regular bucket list with one hundred items but not one entry has to do with sex. What do you think that says about me?” Christine asked and bit her bottom lip with worry. “Maybe Darrell was right.”
“Darrell is an idiot,” Jill replied. “You didn’t have a sexy bucket list when you were with him because you didn’t trust him with your fantasies. And when you date someone like Darrell it’s no surprise.”
“You can’t blame it all on him.” Although she would love to, especially after he announced to the whole world that she was boring in bed. And there was some truth to that. She hadn’t been as bold and daring with Darrell as she was with Travis.
It should have been the other way around. She had known Darrell forever and had dated him for years. Why did she feel closer to Travis? Shouldn’t she be more cautious with a man she’d just met?
“I’m twenty-eight years old and I never gave much thought to my sexual fantasies,” Christine confessed. “Do you have a sexy bucket list?”
“I did. I completed it.”
Christine jerked her head up. “Seriously? Does everybody have one but me?”
“It was a short list,” Jill said matter-of-factly. “Why all the questions?”
Christine stood up straight and smiled with pride. “You are looking at someone who just put together her bucket list for sex this morning.”