It's Always Been You (11 page)

“Stop,” Caitlin whispered back, for she was frightened of the emotions he had awakened. His eyes darkened, and for a minute she thought he would ignore her plea, but he smiled and brushed her lips lightly.

He withdrew his hand from under her skirt and said, “Right now, I intend to wine and dine you. But I swear, by the end of this evening, you’ll be screaming my name. Whether from my mouth or because I’m deep inside you, we shall see. But—it—will—happen.”

Travis’s lips turn up in a devilish grin as he took a step back. He linked his hand with hers and tugged her beside him. How could he expect her to relax across a table from him after saying such words to her?
 

Hot.

Dirty.

Words.

She was screwed.
 

As expected, she couldn’t keep her legs from squirming all throughout dinner. How could she when in between forkfuls of Travis sweetly letting her taste his dish, he was nailing her to her chair with smoldering, sapphire blue eyes?
 

“Your fish not to your liking?” Travis asked.

“It’s delicious,” Caitlin said as she shoveled a piece of baked cod into her mouth. It lodged in her dry throat, so she took a gulp of her wine. It helped, but not without discomfort. Travis grinned salaciously.

Kill me now.

“Are you okay, sunshine girl?”
 

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned in closer.
 

 
He sat beside her at the table. His hand landed on her knee as he asked the question, but it slid to mid-thigh.
 

“Travis—”

“What do you need, Caitlin?”

“You’re not playing fair—”

“I don’t intend to—”

She tried to jerk her thigh out of his grasp, but he gripped her leg tighter.

“Uh-uh,” Travis warned. But his eyes were playful. The bastard was enjoying this all too much.

“Travis,” Caitlin hissed. “Stop this game.”

“It’s not a game, babe. I’m just making you aware of your effect on me.” He released her leg, grabbed her hand, and pulled it over his crotch. He was hard.

“Uh—” It appeared he wasn’t comfortable either, and she was thankful for the white table linens that disguised what they were doing.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” Humor disappeared from his face. “But I’m afraid to run you off. Let me make love to you, Caitlin.”

“M-m-ake love?”

His eyes grew tender. “Has there been any doubt, sunshine?”

Was he saying he loved her?

“I-I need more time.”

Travis inclined his head. “I know. But you have to know, the longer you make me wait, the harder I’m fucking you.”

“Wh-what?” And why was she pulsing between her legs?
 

“I like it rough. You do too. And how long you keep me from sinking my cock into your pussy will be proportional to how many days you’ll still be feeling me between your legs—long—after—I’ve—fucked—you,” Travis clarified. “I intend to fuck you every day. Which means, every hour, every minute, and every fucking second, you’ll be feeling me inside you.”

A hungry gleam entered his eyes.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation over dinner.”

Travis leaned back, quirking a brow. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Porter.”

Travis scowled. “I didn’t know he was going to see you today, Cat. I would have preferred it if I had been with you during your first meeting with the admiral.”

“I thought you knew.”

“I’ll never throw you to the wolves,” Travis said. “Porter can be pushy. Although”—he paused and smiled—“he did tell me you had a mouth on you.”

“He was pushy,” Caitlin affirmed.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with his demands, don’t do it. Tell him to talk to me.”

“I handled him, didn’t I?”

“I know, sunshine,” Travis sighed. “I can’t help but feel protective of you. It’s my nature, babe.”

“Come here,” Caitlin whispered.

Baffled, he leaned halfway between them. Caitlin did the same and brushed a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, the emotion in his eyes almost prevented her from speaking her next words.

“Thank you, Trav. I appreciate it. I really do.”

“I haven’t told him you broke into the files. It’s not my news to tell, so I’ll leave it up to you,” Travis said after a beat. “Besides, I didn’t want him ruining our date tonight.”

They resumed eating in comfortable silence, which was punctuated with random small talk about BSI, her therapy at the NEST, and what she wanted to do for the next few days.
 

Over dessert, Travis watched her intently, like he wanted to ask her something, but didn’t know how.

“What?” Caitlin prompted when she couldn’t stand the scrutiny any longer.

“I think it’s time for me to tell my parents that you’re alive,” Travis said. “That their son is still married.”

“Are we?”

“I feel married. I’m going to arrange another ceremony and—”

“Travis, slow down.” Caitlin’s mind was spinning. “Can we handle one thing at a time? I’m okay not having all the legalities worked out yet.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Look, it’s only been two weeks. The doctor told me I may have had a personality change from how hard I hit my head.”

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was brittle and cold.

“You may not want to stay married to me. I may not be the same woman—”

“Don’t lay this on me,” he interrupted brusquely, lowering his voice. “I don’t want the same woman. I want you—Caitlin Kincaid. You’re the one having doubts. That’s why I don’t want to delay intimacy between us any longer.”

“Travis—”

He ignored her and asked for the check.

“Travis—”

“It’s time, Caitlin,” Travis said. “Time for you to be reacquainted with me. Your husband”—his nostrils flared—“in every way.”

*****

The drive back to the house was wrought with sexual tension. An electrified charge bounced between them. Travis’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Damned woman was driving him insane. He needed her. He wanted to sink inside her, but he wanted her to be willing, which was why he took care of himself earlier before he got ready for their date. And he was thankful he did, because he didn’t think he had the strength to hold back after Caitlin had appeared before him looking like a vision from a dream. But nothing was going to stop him from tasting her.
 

He glanced briefly over to her. In the dim light of the SUV, he could see the exposed length of her legs. All he needed to do was shove up that skirt, throw her legs over his shoulders, and bury his face into her sensual heat. He swore he could almost smell her arousal.

Brake lights started to blink sporadically ahead. He cursed. Traffic. Welcome to Washington DC. What possessed him to pick a faraway restaurant for dinner? Because he wanted to impress her. Well, he absolutely couldn’t wait to taste her.

He spotted an exit. It would take them around the Beltway on a relatively empty stretch of road and add another thirty minutes to their trip home, but looking at the Beltway traffic, that would still be the faster alternative.
 

Travis cut in sharply in front of a car, which honked angrily at him.

“What are you doing?” Caitlin screeched.

“Traffic.”

“I see that but—”

“I’m taking a different route home,” Travis informed her.
 

He groaned when he saw the road was not as deserted as he thought, figuring everyone else had the same idea. He tried to think of another route, but by this time his brain was dead and all the thinking had gone south.

He spotted a farm with a long driveway lined with trees. Perfect.
 

He made a right turn into the farm’s entrance.

“Travis, it says private property,” Caitlin said in alarm.

Ignoring her, he rolled the SUV a hundred feet up under a plush canopy of trees, cut the engine, and turned off the headlights.

He slammed out of the vehicle, rounded the front to get to her side, and yanked her door open. He plucked her out of her seat, and deposited her into the back one, following in right behind her.

“Are you crazy?” Caitlin hissed. “On the side of the road, Travis? Really?”

“You make me do crazy things, babe,” he said before he pushed her flat on her back. He shoved her skirt up, spreading her thighs, one leg up and cocked at the knee, the other leg had its foot resting on the floor of the SUV.

“Travis.” She tried to push up, but he pressed her down again and wedged himself between her legs, covered her body, and shut her up with his mouth. She yielded to his probing tongue. Fuck, she tasted of chocolate cake and vanilla. So damned sweet.
 

His hand searched for the zipper of her top.

“Where’s the damned zipper?” he rasped against her lips.

“Side.”

Fucking women’s clothes were so complicated, Travis thought desperately until he finally found the damned thing and yanked it down. The bodice loosened. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth left her lips as he hungrily fastened his teeth on her nipple. She moaned in response, spurring him to suck at the turgid tip even as his hand searched between her legs. He felt her spread her legs automatically, pushing her pussy desperately into his fingers.

He was going to lose his shit. His fingers were drenched.
 

Giving her nipple one last twirl with his tongue, he cursed the cramped space and had her sit up partially so he could get in position. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face between her thighs.

Oh, fuck me
! Her feminine musk. He missed this. The taste of her finally on his tongue. He growled and feasted ferociously. He held the crotch of her panties to one side so he could run his tongue over her clit. Teasing the swollen nub out of its hood, he drew in the moisture from her pussy to bathe the bundle of nerves in slickness before he gently sucked it between his lips.
 
He remembered exactly how she liked it. And she shot off like a rocket when he did his combo move with his tongue and lips.
 

“Travis! Oh, God, don’t stop. Oh, please . . .”

He added his fingers when she was incredibly slick, and he could feel her orgasm clamping over his digits.

He shifted her again and crawled up on top of her, letting his fingers finish wringing her release while he kissed her fervently.

“Fuck, babe, you taste as sweet as ever,” he whispered hoarsely. “I missed you so damned much.”

“You?” She managed a gasp.

“I’m fine.” Travis watched her passion-filled eyes close as another wave hit her. He continued pumping his fingers within her warm silken walls, savoring every nuance of her shudders. And as she screamed his name once more, he shoved his face in the crook of her shoulders and rasped into her ears, “That’s it, babe. Let go. I’ve got you.”

*****

Holy freaking orgasm!

She had never, ever come so hard in her life. Well. That she could remember. Her whole body was still tingling from the intensity of her release. And that had just been from his mouth and fingers. And from all accounts, a quickie. What if he did that to her every day and took his time?
 

Travis was a dangerous man. To her heart and her physical longings. He’d definitely given her a preview of what a sexual relationship with him would mean. And he’d been a wonderful husband so far. It was easy to fall in love with this man.

She recognized the scenery now that flashed by her window. They were almost home after getting stuck in stop-and-go traffic for almost an hour. They had not spoken to each other after their heated encounter in the backseat. She was too overwhelmed to say anything. Travis must be feeling the same, for he seemed content to curse at the aggravating slow crawl of cars before them.

When they pulled into the garage, she heard him exhale deeply and thought she heard him mutter, “Finally.”

Caitlin slid off her seat, and was surprised to find Travis was already in front of her, waiting for her to clear the door so he could close it for her.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gruff.

“Of course, Travis—”

“I wasn’t too rough?”

“Well, I’m the one who had an orgasm,” Caitlin teased. “I’m not complaining.”

Relief flooded his eyes.

They entered the house through the kitchen. Travis asked if she wanted anything as he grabbed a glass to get some water.

“No. I’m good,” Caitlin said. She had the sudden urge to retreat. She felt bare, like he had exposed her soul, and she was feeling extremely vulnerable. “Thanks for dinner, Travis. Good night.” She turned to scuttle up the stairs.

She jumped when she heard him slam the glass on the countertop and footsteps plodded distinctly behind her. Caitlin felt fingers clamp around her upper arm, and he spun her around to face him.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Travis said furiously. “Are you playing this game with me?”

“No!”

“Then what’s with all these mixed signals?” he demanded. “You were all light and teasing in the garage, and suddenly you’re skittish?”

“I just don’t know what to do next,” Caitlin said helplessly.
 

“I’ll tell you what I’m doing next. I’m taking you to bed—no, don’t look at me that way—I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready, and, sunshine, right now, you’re not ready.” Travis’s eyes searched her face. “We’ve been sleeping apart for two weeks. That shit stops now. I want you in my fucking bed starting tonight.”

All that cursing punctuating his declaration told her that Travis was done being Mr. Nice Guy. He was showing his true arrogant asshat self. “Now wait a minute—”

He leaned in closer and snarled, “Not up for discussion.”

“Excuse me?” Caitlin felt her temper spike. “For all intents and purposes, we’ve been on one date.”

“For all intents and purposes, babe, we’re fucking married,” he shot back.

“Says you!”
 

“Yeah? And are you going to deny you were screaming my name while you were creaming all over my mouth and fingers an hour ago?”