Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars(15)



Suddenly, he was right in front of her, tipping back her head so their gazes locked. “Can we move past this and just have fun? No recriminations? Just two people having a good time?”

No? Maybe? There were a thousand answers she could give, but Gemma surprised herself by whispering, “Yes.”

“Good.”

He kissed her forehead, brushing his lips softly against her skin. Her body shivered as shock waves rippled through her, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sinking into him. His hands splayed against her back and his head dipped lower, his warm breath against her mouth.

When his lips touched hers, it was like Doc and the DeLorean had snatched her back to high school. Travis’s mouth was soft, coaxing, and she melted against him, fully understanding the “quivering limbs” she’d been reading about in her romance novels. As he deepened the kiss, she realized that it wasn’t the same. Kissing Travis before had been about falling in love for the first time, hesitant, sweet, and searching. This kiss was about longing.

Suddenly, he broke the embrace, and she realized she had been making out with Travis in the middle of her hotel room with the door wide open. He closed the door, and second thoughts jumped to the forefront of her brain. She opened her mouth to stop him before things went any farther, but when he faced her again, his eyes hotly boring into hers, she couldn’t.

She’d been a good mother and put Charlie’s well-being and happiness before everything else, but just this one time, she wanted to be a little selfish. She wanted to get lost in Travis again, to see if he was everything she remembered.

Travis walked back to her and she stopped thinking, pushing everything but the moment from her brain. Gemma wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him push her back into the room as his lips reclaimed hers. The sound of their mouths meeting and heavy breathing filled the room as they stumbled toward the bed, boots and wedges scattering behind them. Her eyes opened briefly as Travis pulled away to take off his shirt and toss it across the room.

She swallowed hard. Travis had always been tall with lean muscle, but as she looked at his wide chest trimming down into some very impressive abs, he seemed so big, so powerful, and it was a heady feeling that he was all hers, at least for now. Her hand reached out to run across the surface of his stomach, admiring the bumps and ridges, and she flattened her palm, smoothing it back up and over his chest, the soft brush of his chest hair tickling her palm. Her gaze slid back up to meet his, and his eyes were nearly black in the afternoon light, telling her without words that he loved her touch.

Suddenly, Travis pulled her to him, reaching for the bottom of her shirt, and she sucked in a breath as the cool air of the hotel room swept over her torso, her nipples tightening against the cups of her bra. His hand tangled in her hair as his mouth covered hers, and she slid her arms around his waist, running her nails up his back, taking his moan into her mouth. His other hand skimmed her side and slipped into the back of her denim skirt, and she wanted to be closer, wanted his hands on her bare skin everywhere. Standing on her tiptoes, she rubbed her breasts back and forth, the friction making her throb, and she lifted her leg to hook around his waist, trying to ease the pulse between her thighs. Her skirt rode up, and the only thing left between them was the roughness of his jeans and the thin cotton of her panties.

His hand grasped her thigh and brought their bodies closer, but the way her skirt bunched was painful. “One sec.”

He let go of her leg, and she reached between them to unbutton her skirt. The rfft of the skirt’s zipper followed, mingling with their heavy breathing, until it pooled around her feet. Turning her back on him, she reached behind to unsnap her bra, but he pressed himself against her back, his lips moving over the skin of her shoulders to her spine, before working his way down. The sensual feel of his mouth made goose bumps that had nothing to do with being cold rise on her arms. His teeth nipped at the top of her lacy panties, and she sighed as his big hands slid them down, her eyes closing as his touch brought so many memories to the surface. He’d been this gentle the first time they’d made love, in a little cabin in Stanley, Idaho, when love had been the driving force behind their desire.

Now, she was afraid to look too closely at her reasons. She had been lonely, that was true, and she still had strong feelings for Travis, but the way his touch could chase away all reason was a gift only he possessed. No other man could make her crave him so badly that she was willing to do almost anything to be with him.

The panties hooked on her ankles, and as she lifted one foot and then the other, Travis used his hands to turn her around to face him. Clothed only in her purple bra, she swallowed hard as she met his gaze, the hunger in his eyes causing a supercharged need to race through her, and she wished briefly that he didn’t affect her so.

“Beautiful.” He pressed his lips against her stomach, and butterflies erupted within, fluttering at his heartfelt words. Travis had always called her beautiful, even when she’d felt less than, and his words caused a lump in her throat that she tried to choke down. This wasn’t supposed to be about emotion; it was just sex. She needed to stop blending the past with the present. They weren’t the same people they once were.

As his hands slipped behind her to play with the clasp of her bra, she bit her lip as her breasts spilled out. He pulled down the bra, flinging it away as his eyes locked on her breasts, the hungry stare shooting a whiplash of desire through her.

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