The Billionaire of Bluebonnet (3 page)

“You said she was lonely,” he said harshly, gesturing at the pig. The pet immediately pushed his snout against Travis's hand, snuffling and begging to be petted. His hand clenched for a moment, and then he laid it atop the pig's head, scratching the ears.

“She wasn't lonely at the end,” Risa told him softly. “She adored that pig. Even when her hips hurt and her back ached, she would still take him out for his daily walk. She liked to take care of him. It gave her something to take the loneliness out of the day. I was always here for her, too. She wasn't forgotten.”

His gaze rested on the open photo album. “She said she was worried I worked too much. That money wasn't everything.”

“I seem to recall her saying that at least twice a week to me, as well,” Risa said, her lips quirking in a smile. She moved to pull her hand from his, only his grip tightened over hers. Surprised, she met his eyes and found him staring at her with an intensity that seemed entirely too sober.

“You cared for her at the end, when we weren't here,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

Her gaze was drawn to his mouth. Hard and firm, with just a hint of stubble surrounding it. Just enough to break the cold perfection of his face. “It was my job, but I loved her, too. I enjoyed living here with her and I miss her every day.”

Their clasped hands seemed suddenly intimate. As if he realized what she was thinking, his thumb stroked along the back of her hand in a gesture that made her shiver. She felt her nipples harden through her thin shirt, and the flush began to creep back over her cheeks.

“I'm surprised I didn't remember you,” he murmured.

“I'm not,” Risa said, and smiled to take the sting out of her words. “I worked really hard at being unobtrusive when family was here.”

He grunted, his free hand stroking along the top of Gregory's head. The pig's straight little tail began to windmill again with excitement and his eyes closed, clearly happy to be getting attention from people. Travis stroked his head for a few minutes and sighed heavily. “I'm usually traveling three out of four weeks in the month, Risa. I can't take the pig.”

She swallowed hard because she knew what he was saying made sense, but she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to think of poor Gregory being abandoned by everyone. Travis's thumb was still brushing over her hand, making it difficult for her to concentrate. “It must be hard, all that travel. Hard to keep a relationship.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted the floor to swallow her up. Oh God. Why had she said that? The whiskey she'd chugged was burning in her belly. It was enough to make her skin warm but not enough to make her drunk. It had to be his presence.

Travis's dark gaze was speculative as he looked at her. “No relationship at the moment.”

She nodded—what else could she say? There was an enormous knot in her throat at the moment.

His hand left hers and he turned toward her.

Risa watched, wide-eyed, as he placed a hand along her jaw and tilted her face toward his.

“I'm going to kiss you,” he told her softly. “Been thinking about it all day, and I think I have enough alcohol in me that I won't care if you slap me.”

Before she could protest that she wouldn't slap him, his mouth was on hers. Hot and wet and tasting of whiskey, his open mouth swooping over her own. Startled, she remained frozen underneath him for a moment, only to feel him finish the kiss quickly and then move lower, sucking and biting at her lower lip. Coaxing her to respond to him.

She moaned low, and he made a pleased sound in response. His hand went to her hip, turning her fully toward him. When she parted her lips, his tongue stroked into her mouth. He tasted warm and sweet, wholly different than that harsh chug of whiskey. His tongue brushed against her own, coaxing and teasing, and she felt an answering pulse of response between her legs. She was instantly wet, lost in this fantasy kiss.

He kissed just like a dream. Just like every dirty fantasy she'd ever had about him. And it didn't matter that he was vulnerable and sad tonight and probably just a little drunk. This was a fantasy, right? Tomorrow she'd get up and drive to Dallas and start a new life and forget all about a kiss with a handsome man that was too far out of reach for fat, freckled Risa Moore.

But tonight, she might as well give in to the fantasy. And when his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she rubbed her tongue along his in response, sucking lightly at it as he withdrew from her.

Travis stared down at her, his eyes glazed with desire. “You're beautiful.”

She gave him a wry look. “That's the whiskey talking.”

“I'd need a lot more whiskey than that to make me drunk, Risa. That's me talking.” His hand on her hip moved to the bare skin underneath her T-shirt, and he lightly grazed his fingertips over the curve of her belly. “I've been thinking about putting my hands on you all day.”

She shivered in response, tilting her head back when he leaned in to nip at her neck, and then her earlobe. Her entire being was focused on that hand traveling up her shirt, though, and she sucked in a breath when he cupped one of her large breasts, her nipples hardening against his palm.

“Your breasts are amazing,” he murmured against her neck. “I want to see them. Bury my face in them. Suck on your nipples for hours.”

A soft whimper escaped her throat. That sounded like heaven.

At her whimper, Gregory squealed in response, reminding them that the pig was in the kitchen with them still. Travis froze and then glanced at the pig, then back at Risa.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He leaned in and kissed her mouth lightly again, waiting for an answer.

She hesitated. If she jumped into bed with him, he'd think she was easy. Then again, what did it matter if he thought she was easy? She'd never see him again after tonight. He had nothing tying him to her, nothing to discuss and nothing to hold him there now that his grandmother was gone.

She could have her fantasy night of sex tonight and be gone in the morning. Each of them would go their separate ways and she'd have this luscious memory of the time that a delicious, powerful man had wanted someone as boring as herself.

“My room,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again. “I have condoms.”

He stood up and held a hand out for her.

She placed her hand in his and stood. “Give me a second.” She moved to the refrigerator and took a large carrot out of the crisper, and then waved it at Gregory. “Want a treat?”

The pig squealed with delight, dancing on little hooves and circling wildly.

Travis chuckled at the sight, and it filled Risa with warmth. Maybe he wasn't made of ice after all. There was hope for poor Gregory yet. She opened the back door and flung the carrot out into the yard, watching the pig make a dash for it. Then she shut the door and turned back to Travis with a shaky smile. “The pig is taken care of.”

He was still smiling, and put his hand out for her again, and she placed her hand in his once more. They said nothing as they moved up the creaky steps of the old house and headed for Risa's door. That he knew which room was hers told her that he was rather observant, since she'd barely mentioned it to him in passing. As soon as they had the door open, he stepped in and took a look around, eyeing her untidy sheets and her clean, neat room.

She felt a little embarrassed—that her room wasn't sexy or exciting. It was plain and neat and wholesome and not the slightest bit wild, just like her.

Then he turned back to her and tugged her body against him again. “Kiss me, Risa.”

So much for wholesome. This entire idea wasn't wholesome in the slightest. She was planning on having a one-night stand with a man who wouldn't think twice about her in the morning. Was she really going to do this? Use him as much as he was using her?

She waited a moment, studied his face. His dark gaze held hers, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. This decision would be entirely hers.

She tilted her head back, leaning forward for his kiss. When his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she matched it, just as eager to kiss him as he was to kiss her. He groaned in response and she twined her arms around his neck. His hands slid to her ass and she froze for a moment, hoping he wouldn't comment on how wide it was.

But his hands only rubbed at her skin through her pants, tugging her hips closer to him so she could feel his erection. His mouth continued to tease and torment her own, his lips and tongue driving her wild with need. She knew she was wet for him—the ache between her legs was so intense she felt like she might scream from wanting him.

“I want to see you naked,” he told her in a husky voice, tugging at her loose shirt again. “Want to see these gorgeous breasts. That bikini you wore earlier was just a tease.”

Her bikini? Her serviceable black bikini that was more about holding everything in place than enticing a man? She laughed at the thought, but stilled when he gave her a curious look.

“Nothing,” she told him, running a hand down the front of his naked chest to distract him. He was so warm and delicious. His muscles were rock hard—he must find time in his busy schedule to work out. She liked the results. Her hand trailed down his front, to the cock tenting his boxers. He was hard and enormous. Of course he was. Everything about Travis Jesson was perfect, just like she'd imagined countless times in her bed, late at night.

He tugged at her shirt hem and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Risa bit her bottom lip, her nipples pebbled hard in the moonlight. Her breasts were large, the nipples tight, but they weren't the perkiest breasts. He was probably used to seeing fake, bouncy breasts, and this made her feel worse.

But he groaned, reaching to cup both of her breasts in his hands and admiring the way they overflowed his grasp. “Beautiful. You're beautiful, Risa.”

And that was the stuff of fantasy, right there. She arched into his touch, gasping when his thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, teasing them. He leaned down to take one in his mouth.

“Oh God, Travis!” Desire pulsed through her as his teeth scraped over the sensitive bud. She could feel his tongue flick the tip over and over and she moaned. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding his head there. Her entire body trembled as his thumb continued to brush over her other nipple, the dual sensations driving her mad.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against her skin, brushing kisses over the globe of her breast before turning to give attention to her other.

“I've never felt anything so good,” she said softly.

“I want to kiss you all over,” he said, licking the top of her other breast. “See where all these freckles go.”

She shivered at the thought, and her hands went to the waistband of her sleep pants. She tossed them to the ground, quickly followed by her panties, and then she was naked.

With Travis Jesson, her fantasy man.

He stepped out of his boxers in the next moment, kicking them to the ground, and he pushed her gently to the bed. She felt the head of his cock brushing against her thighs, the crown slick with pre-cum. Her fingers trailed over it and he hissed in response.

“Not yet,” he told her. “I want to touch you, first. Make you come. I want you moaning and wild when I sink into you.”

The breath stole from her throat at that mental image. “I want that, too.”

“Then lay back, Risa, and let me explore you.”

She lay back on the bed, ignoring the way her breasts bounced as she did, but she noticed his gaze was riveted there. He leaned in and kissed the tip of each one again, sending new shock waves of pleasure rippling through her body. She moaned, reaching for him.

He clasped both of her hands in one of his and reared back, studying her body. “You're so soft and beautiful, Risa.” The fingers of his free hand brushed over her belly button. “You're not as freckled here.”

“Not much sun hits there.”

“I think you'd be gorgeous on a nude beach,” he said softly. “I'd love to see every inch of this skin kissed by the sun and freckled.”

She laughed. “I don't think anyone wants to see me on a nude beach, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Do you not realize how sexy you are?” Travis bent over her and kissed her belly button, then lightly traced his tongue over the small indentation. “The curve of your belly is delicious. Makes me want to sink my cock deep inside you.” His hand moved lower, caressing the curls of her pussy. “Are you freckled here?”

The whimper in her throat caught. “I—I don't know.”

“I want to find out,” he said, bending low. “Spread your legs for me.”

Biting her lip, she hesitated a moment, then spread her legs a bit.

His hand was immediately there, releasing hers to push her thighs apart. Before she could protest, he leaned in and licked her long, slow, and deep.

Risa cried out. “Travis!”

He groaned against her pussy. “You taste so sweet. I could lick you for hours.”

Quiver after quiver of desire raced through her body. She felt his breath on her most intimate flesh, felt his tongue sweep over the wet folds again, then circle her clit with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure began to build inside her body and her thighs clenched, her body tensing. “Travis, I . . .”

He lifted his head, looking up at her with hot, dark eyes. “You want me to stop?”

She stared at him, at his beautiful face, his mouth wet from tasting her. She didn't want him to stop. Even if this was madness, she wanted it. Her fingers stroked along his cheeks, then moved to his hair, and then she pushed his head back toward her thighs.

“Good,” he said roughly, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you come.”

The moan that had been building in her throat escaped again, and Risa clung to his head as his tongue stroked over her clit again, teasing it with back-and-forth and then circular motions. One of his fingers slid along her wet folds, and she tensed as it suddenly thrust deep into her pussy. It was too much, too quick, and she was going to come too soon. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this, to savor being in his arms.