Bedding the Best Man (4 page)

I loved kissing; especially with a man that
was good at it. He was. He commanded my mouth, taking control and
forced me to take all that he was giving me.

Wrapping my arms around him, I drew him
closer. Parting my thighs wider and arching against him; showing
him I was willing to take all he had to offer. Drawing his tongue
deeper into my mouth I suckled it, as he thrust in and out of my
mouth. We were a perfect match.

He pulled his lips away from mine.

“
Oh, love…” He lowered
himself, licking a line from the side of my neck to my breasts.
Painting circles around the taut tips, he teased me.

“
Please,” I pleaded,
lifting my aching nipples to him. I needed satisfaction on so many
levels and I knew only this man could provide it for me.

Showing mercy, he palmed a breast and took
me into his mouth.

I cried out as he sucked, laved and nipped
at first one peak and then the other. I was writhing beneath him,
humping against his hard cock as my orgasm built. He didn’t stop
the sensual torment; allowing me to use his body to bring myself
the release I craved.

The orgasm hit, hard. Giving me pleasure and
relief. As if I’d wanted it for far too long, all day. The climax
continued for an extended moment, abated by the strokes of his cock
along my clit.

“
Oh, fuck I need
you.”

He shifted then I felt the crown of his sex
pressing into me.

His lips were on mine again, kissing me as
he thrust all the way in. Stretching me. His cock carved a place in
my sex—molding it to his thick length.

My breath caught at the pain/pleasure,
rejoicing at being connected with him in such a fashion. No other
man had made me feel so complete, like one with them.

“
Oh, love, you feel so
good. Your pussy is tight and wet. You’re mine, Kamari.”

Ka-mari
. I froze. It wasn’t that he used my name, it was the way he
said it. Soft, rhythmic, like a one word poem. People didn’t say my
name like that, except one.

It can’t be.

Even as my body was bucking beneath his and
my nails were carving my mark into his back, I tried to push the
thoughts away. However, as my toes curled and my sex pulsated
around his cock, moments away from another orgasm, I couldn’t keep
my mind from questioning.

“
What’s wrong?” he asked
as if recognizing the confusion in my mind. His hand stroked up my
arms, passed my neck, then cupped my face. The pace of his thrusts
slowed, but became even more stimulating as he drew out until only
the head of his cock remained before gliding along my walls to seat
himself deep again.

As his thumbs caressed my cheeks, my mind
became more disturbed. It was the way he was touching me. And with
his body pressed to mine as a light sheen of sweat coated him, it
seemed as if I could smell more of his scent coming through the
hotel soap. It surrounded me—honeyed saffron and suede.

Swallowing, I licked my lips and tried to
keep the nervousness from my voice as I asked, “Can you please turn
on the light, Pa—. Please.”

I wanted to use his name but I couldn’t.
Everything spinning inside of me shouted that it wasn’t Patrick I
was with. His body wasn’t nude and intimately bonded with mine.
Even now his heart beat against my breast and I could feel the
rhythm of it matching mine. Perfectly in sync.

Not
Patrick
, my soul whispered.

This
can’t
be
happening
, my mind called
out.

It
is
, my soul taunted.

His form shifted as he stretched toward the
nightstand lamp.

The burst of light was so bright the shock
caused me to close my eyes and let them adjust to the
brilliance.

“
Better?” He settled,
grinding against me.

Parting my lids, I stared up into the face
of Travis Huffman. Clear blue eyes greeted mine as a sexy,
beguiling smile tilted his mouth to the left. His look was wicked,
playful and too damn self assured. Nothing like the man I usually
imagined. However, still him at the same time.

“
Travis?” I pushed against
his chest.

“
Oh, yes.” Raising up
slightly, he pulled out and thrust again. “I love hearing my name
on your lips.”

My body had demands of its own as it lifted
my sex to meet his thrust.

Lowering his chest to mine once again, he
placed a kiss on one side of my mouth then the other. “I can feel
your pussy squeezing my dick.”

Oh, hell, he was right. My
traitorous sex was locked around his cock trying to hold him in
each time he pulled out.
I
should
stop
this
.

“
We need—”

“
Oh, love, I know just
what we need.” He kissed me again, sealing off my words and
muddling my thoughts.

I couldn’t string together a coherent
sentence if I wanted to. At that moment I didn’t want anything but
the fucking and kissing Travis was giving me. I couldn’t convince
myself it was wrong. Or persuade my body to hold off the climax
that was threatening to overtake me. Mind, body and soul I was a
willing participant in the loving. I was giving as good as he
gave.

Wrapping both arms and legs around him, I
held him to me. I’d never had a man make me feel like this during
sex; desired and cherished.

Travis worked my body with a fierce
intensity even as he whispered romantic things in my ear. I’d
experienced men telling me about my body during sex, but never had
a man talking about the beauty of my eyes, the sunshine of my
smile, the music of my laugh and how even hearing my voice from
across the room could make his heart stop and restart.

With those words and others, Travis seduced
me and caused the tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes as I
cried out in ecstasy.

“
Fuck, Kamari…do that
again.” His hand slipped between our thrashing bodies and fingered
my clit as his cock slammed into me and carried me into another
orgasm.

Groaning, harsh and loud, he finally joined
me in the sexual rapture.

“
Ah, love.”

Spent, we both lay in a heap of weak limbs
and heavy breathing. Moments later, Travis rolled away and
collapsed on his back, then pulled me along his side.

Only a few minutes, I told myself. I would
only allow myself time to recover my strength and then I had to go.
Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing beating of Travis’
heart.

“
You awake, sleepy
head?”

Coming fully awake, I realized I’d fallen
asleep in Travis’s bed—in his arms. “Oh, no, no, no, no…” I shifted
away from him then vaulted from the bed.

“
Kamari, what are you
doing?”

As I spared him a quick glance, I paused.
His body was carved with muscles I would have never expected
beneath the clothes of a man that was so gangly when we were
growing up. My gaze feasted on his broad shoulders, tight abs and
his thick cock in repose, but still semi-hard. He was gorgeous and
still nude as he sat up and frowned at me.

Looking away, I searched
around the bed. I turned one direction then the other trying to
recall where my clothes were.
The chair in
the sitting room
. Thankful I remembered, I
rushed in that direction.

“
Kamari!”

“
Travis. Oh, God. This was
a mistake.” I grabbed my panties then stepped into them.

“
What are you talking
about?” He flicked on the sitting room light from where he stood in
the wide doorway leading to the bedroom.

I dragged the lacy material up my legs. “I
shouldn’t be here.”

“
How did you get in here
anyway?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Like a magnet, my gaze was pulled to him. I
stifled a moan. “Please put some clothes on. Who stands around
naked?”

“
People who just had sex.”
Shaking his head, he went back into the room.

Picking up my skirt, I ignored his words and
put it on.

“
Better?” He was wearing
jeans now.

My body ached with the memory of what was
hidden behind the clothes. Not to mention my sex was tender from
the loving he’d given me. Who would have ever suspected Travis was
a sexual master? I shrugged, not wanting to incite thoughts about
his body. That would only lead me back down into the ravine of
ecstasy out of which I’d just climbed.

“
Now, how is it that you
got into my room? And what are you going on about it being a
mistake?” He folded those sinewy arms over his chiseled
chest.

I waved my hand, trying to
show him I didn’t want to talk to him about this. I just wanted to
forget it and get out. “The damn receptionist gave me the wrong
key. The wrong key!”
What are the
chances?

Reaching into the back pocket of my skirt, I
removed the key, his room key, and tossed it onto the little coffee
table.

His gaze locked on the
plastic card. “The
wrong
key?”

Shit, he would pick up on that instead of
the fact this was a mistake. Why wasn’t Travis ranting and raving
about me and him having sex? Wasn’t that the bigger issue he should
be concerned with?

My shirt was over my face as I confirmed my
statement. “Yes. She was supposed to give me Patrick’s key. I even
pointed him out while you guys were standing outside the ballroom.
How could she get this wrong?”

Finally into my shirt, I lowered the hem
down my torso and froze as I took in the angry male before me. His
arms were now lowered and his hands were balled at his side.
Quickly, I ran all my words through my head, trying to pick out
which combination had pissed him off. I’d never seen Travis mad,
however, that was exactly what the tight features of his face
depicted.

Keeping an eye on him, I squatted and
scooped my sandals up. I could put them on later. I rose slowly. “I
really should be going.”

“
Don’t move.”

Oh, shit.
I didn’t fear Travis would physically hurt me,
but I was petrified that my spontaneous actions had opened up a can
of worms I couldn’t seal back. I lifted my chin, refusing to cower.
“I don’t think any more talking is necessary.”

“
At this moment, Kamari, I
don’t care what you
think
we need to do.”

Now, I was angry. I took a step toward him.
“Look. I’m not going to stand here and—”

“
And what? I’m really
anxious to hear what you’re not going to do. Right after you’re
finished telling me how you could let me
fuck
you in place of another
man.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened
it again. Like a fish out of water I was grasping for air,
words…anything that could erase the last hour. No matter how my
body was tingling in denial.

“
This isn’t my
fault.”

One of his eyebrows arched so high it
disappeared beneath his sex tussled locks as they now fell over his
forehead. “Try again.”

“
I tried to stop
it.”

A bark of laughter broke from his lips.
“Really? At what point, love. When you had my cock in your mouth or
when you were clawing up my back begging me not to stop?”

Restless and agitated, I rubbed a hand over
my head and felt the wildness of my own hair. Whatever style it
held when I entered the room had to be thoroughly demolished
now.

“
Well?”

“
Give me a second.” I
didn’t need a second I needed a friggin’ time machine.

“
How about I make this
easy for you? One simple question. Were you wishing it was Patrick
inside you?”

Yes, I wanted to shout, hoping it would end
this moment and conversation. I glanced away from those intense
blue eyes. Those eyes that already knew too much about me.

I couldn’t push that one
word past my lips. The lie. I had entered the room with seducing
Patrick on my mind. I had plotted and planned for the night.
However, in the back of my mind I had known it wasn’t the Casanova.
Way before Travis had called out my name. I couldn’t pinpoint if it
was his gentle touch, his caress, his kindness…everything about
Travis was extremely different from the other man. Even in the
darkness I had known, however, still pressed on.
Why?

“
It doesn’t matter.”
Turning, I headed for the door. I needed to get away.

“
What are you afraid of,
Kamari?”

Halting in my tracks, I faced him again and
aimed a finger at him. “Nothing,” I bit out. “Especially not
someone who’s always underfoot and hanging around. Some smartass
geek.”

“
Now you want to throw
names around?” He tossed his hands up. “You’re
unbelievable.”

“
Then leave me
alone.”

“
Oh, love…I’ve tried more
than once. Even went to a college in the next state to keep away
from you when I’d worked hard to get into the college I discovered
you were aiming for.”

What? Travis had changed
colleges?
This was news to me. I thought
Travis attended the same college Ronnie went to because my brother
was his best friend.

Unaware of the confusion in my mind, he
continued, “For two years I managed to stay away from you. Then
Ronnie called and said you were struggling, needed help and I came.
Do you know how hard that week was for me?”