them in the morning.”
She winced. “You’re so brave. And all of a sudden, I’m a total coward.”
“It’s your call.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “You always say that.”
His eyes shone. “Because it is—and you can look at this way….”
“I’m listening. Give me an excuse not to tell them. And make it a good one.”
“All right. How about this? Tonight the lie is starting to become the truth.”
She did like the sound of that. “Not bad.” She turned in his embrace, taking his arms, wrapping them around her again, resting back against him, absolutely loving how easy it was becoming for her—to touch him. To be touched by him.
His lips brushed her hair. “I’m just saying we could wait awhile. See where this goes. Now it’s not about my family anymore. It’s about us. You and me.”
“Us,” she echoed, loving the sound of that simple little word. She gazed out at the moon. Really, he did have a point. They weren’t lying to his family anymore—or they weren’t completely lying. Not if they were really together now.
A lie is a lie, said a reproachful voice in the back of her mind.
Sam shut her eyes with a sigh.
Travis whispered in her ear, “Do me a favor.”
She sighed again. “Anything. You know that.”
“Don’t overthink it. Decide tomorrow.”
He was right. About everything. They would bust themselves to his family. Or they wouldn’t.
It would work out between them—or it wouldn’t.
That was the beauty of falling for Travis. She trusted him so completely. He wasn’t Zachary Gunn. Travis was the right man to take a chance on.
This, for them, tonight, was the real beginning.
You didn’t ask how it would end when you were only at the beginning.
You had to be willing. Truly willing. She saw that now. Willing to give yourself, willing to let the right man hold your heart in his hands.
Willing to open yourself.
Yeah, she might get hurt. Her heart could end up bruised and battered. But a heart, after all, was for loving.
And loving was about what you gave, not what you got back.
He took her shoulders, turned her to face him again. And he kissed her.
Everything made sense then, when his mouth touched hers. She put away her doubts and kissed him back. She drank in the taste of him, reveled in the feel of him.
A few moments later, he whispered in a prayerful voice, “I want to be with you, Sam. All night long.”
“I want that, too.” She touched his hair, at his temples, loving the warmth of the silky strands against her fingertips, loving that he saw her— really saw her—as a woman now.
“But I don’t want to rush you,” he said, so tenderly. “And I’ve got nothing. No condoms.”
She gave him a slow smile. “We could probably manage to find some of those tomorrow….”
“Tomorrow.” He made a low sound, almost a groan. “You’re right. We need to wait.” But his eyes said he didn’t want to let her go. And he didn’t let her go. He gathered her close again, kissed her some more.
Long, endless arousing kisses.
His hands caressed her back, moving lower, cupping the twin curves of her bottom, bringing her tightly into him. So she could have no doubt of her effect on him.
Sam loved every touch, every brush of his lips against her own, every stroke of that hot, hungry tongue of his. She didn’t want to stop any more than he did.
But she knew that they had to.
And so did he.
With a low, bleak-sounding moan, he took her by the arms and put her away from him. His dark eyes blazed down at her. “Good night. I mean that.” He released her and stepped back. And then he turned sharply on his heel and started for the open door to his room.
Sam realized then, as he walked away from her, that she couldn’t do it—she couldn’t let him go.
In an instant, she’d kicked off her shoes, whipped her sweater over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. “Travis.” She dropped the bra to the floor.
He turned. Saw her standing
She winced. “You’re so brave. And all of a sudden, I’m a total coward.”
“It’s your call.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “You always say that.”
His eyes shone. “Because it is—and you can look at this way….”
“I’m listening. Give me an excuse not to tell them. And make it a good one.”
“All right. How about this? Tonight the lie is starting to become the truth.”
She did like the sound of that. “Not bad.” She turned in his embrace, taking his arms, wrapping them around her again, resting back against him, absolutely loving how easy it was becoming for her—to touch him. To be touched by him.
His lips brushed her hair. “I’m just saying we could wait awhile. See where this goes. Now it’s not about my family anymore. It’s about us. You and me.”
“Us,” she echoed, loving the sound of that simple little word. She gazed out at the moon. Really, he did have a point. They weren’t lying to his family anymore—or they weren’t completely lying. Not if they were really together now.
A lie is a lie, said a reproachful voice in the back of her mind.
Sam shut her eyes with a sigh.
Travis whispered in her ear, “Do me a favor.”
She sighed again. “Anything. You know that.”
“Don’t overthink it. Decide tomorrow.”
He was right. About everything. They would bust themselves to his family. Or they wouldn’t.
It would work out between them—or it wouldn’t.
That was the beauty of falling for Travis. She trusted him so completely. He wasn’t Zachary Gunn. Travis was the right man to take a chance on.
This, for them, tonight, was the real beginning.
You didn’t ask how it would end when you were only at the beginning.
You had to be willing. Truly willing. She saw that now. Willing to give yourself, willing to let the right man hold your heart in his hands.
Willing to open yourself.
Yeah, she might get hurt. Her heart could end up bruised and battered. But a heart, after all, was for loving.
And loving was about what you gave, not what you got back.
He took her shoulders, turned her to face him again. And he kissed her.
Everything made sense then, when his mouth touched hers. She put away her doubts and kissed him back. She drank in the taste of him, reveled in the feel of him.
A few moments later, he whispered in a prayerful voice, “I want to be with you, Sam. All night long.”
“I want that, too.” She touched his hair, at his temples, loving the warmth of the silky strands against her fingertips, loving that he saw her— really saw her—as a woman now.
“But I don’t want to rush you,” he said, so tenderly. “And I’ve got nothing. No condoms.”
She gave him a slow smile. “We could probably manage to find some of those tomorrow….”
“Tomorrow.” He made a low sound, almost a groan. “You’re right. We need to wait.” But his eyes said he didn’t want to let her go. And he didn’t let her go. He gathered her close again, kissed her some more.
Long, endless arousing kisses.
His hands caressed her back, moving lower, cupping the twin curves of her bottom, bringing her tightly into him. So she could have no doubt of her effect on him.
Sam loved every touch, every brush of his lips against her own, every stroke of that hot, hungry tongue of his. She didn’t want to stop any more than he did.
But she knew that they had to.
And so did he.
With a low, bleak-sounding moan, he took her by the arms and put her away from him. His dark eyes blazed down at her. “Good night. I mean that.” He released her and stepped back. And then he turned sharply on his heel and started for the open door to his room.
Sam realized then, as he walked away from her, that she couldn’t do it—she couldn’t let him go.
In an instant, she’d kicked off her shoes, whipped her sweater over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. “Travis.” She dropped the bra to the floor.
He turned. Saw her standing
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