He fought for control of his lust, knowing it was a losing battle. But what would she think if he suddenly attacked her? No doubt he would get stabbed.
So, after two restless hours, Travis finally fell asleep with dreams of Kacey in her nightgown dancing in his head.
What the…? Travis jolted awake as Kacey punched him in the gut. He recoiled and brought his knees to his chest in an effort to protect his manhood. “What are you doing!”
“Oh, sorry,” Kacey said groggily. “My hand slipped.”
“Your hand slipped, my ass…” he grumbled, managing to scoot away and drift back to sleep.
Within minutes he was again awakened to Kacey, this time talking in her sleep about cheese and then alphabetizing all of the different types. “G stands for gouda, and…”
He clamped his hand across her mouth in hopes of silencing the shrew but instead she continued mumbling under his hand, all the while stretching her body beneath the blankets.
Could he help that his eyes naturally went to the curve of her breasts? Or that his blood heated just at the sight of her creamy skin clad in her tank top and short shorts?
He told his eyes to move.
He begged his mind to stop playing images of what she would look like without that tank top covering her.
Truly, he was trying to be a gentleman, and then the inevitable happened, not because he was planning on it, rather because they were in a bed, and he was exhausted and she was… there.
Really, it didn’t have anything to do with his feelings or love for all things Kacey.
With a curse he pulled his hand away from her mouth and crushed his lips against hers. His hands gripped her shoulders and then he was on top of her, straddling her. Aggression poured out of him as he slammed her arms against her sides and continued his attack.
Kacey whimpered, and then sprang to action, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with such a fiery hot need that he was half-tempted to fall to his knees in ecstasy; then again he was already on his knees, straddling the goddess as she reached behind his head and pulled his neck closer to hers. Lying across her, he knew it was going to happen, probably because it was the next logical step.
Logic, logic, what was the meaning of that word again? And then… then someone was at the door.
“What the—?” He pulled away from Kacey, abruptly landing on the floor in a tangle of sheets. “Yes?” his agitated voice was clipped.
“Sorry, honey, it’s Mom…”
“Oh no!” Kacey shrieked, tripping on the same sheet and crashing down on top of him. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened. Travis slapped his hand across it and gave her a death glare.
“I just woke up, Mom. Did you need something?” What the hell was the time?
“Oh, no. I just thought I heard some commotion, like a person screaming, or snoring, or… I don’t know. It’s probably my imagination, but I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said, silently pleading for her to leave.
Kacey moved on top of him, and then placed a wet kiss across his lips.
He was going to strangle her.
And then she straddled him.
“…And I know how you don’t have your bunny anymore.” His mom’s muffled voice came through the door. “Funny how I hadn’t thought of that until Kacey brought it up tonight.”
“I don’t…” he said between kisses. “Need…” Oh God, her mouth was so hot. “…the damn bunny!” he all but yelled.
“I know, honey, you were just so attached after you went off to college, and I know how you named it Kacey. Hmm. Why did you name it Kacey? I forget. She didn’t give it to you. Strange.”
Kacey froze on top of him, the kissing stopped, and he wished to God she didn’t have such great hearing. Kacey gave him a panicked, almost horrified look.
Swell. He was scaring his bed partner.
“Oh well,” his mom said when he didn’t answer. “See you for breakfast. It’s in two hours, so you have some time. Bye!”