his touch, had nothing to do with money, or selling any part of herself. It had to
do with a need she didn’t want to reject, didn’t want to turn away from.
For four months she had seemed to exist within a void. She had been lost, too uncertain, too
confused. Until Travis had dared her to come to him, she’d had no idea how to face each day.
She’d had no idea who or what she was.
The memories were still hidden, but that part of her she hadn’t understood finally made
sense. The part of her that ached for touch? Because she missed her lover.
The part of her that seemed restless, imprisoned? Because she sensed a freedom that didn’t
exist within the life she had led before six years ago.
She wasn’t Lady Victoria Lillian Harrington any longer.
She wasn’t the person in that investigator’s report either.
She was Lilly Belle. And Lilly had waited far too long to claim the man she ached so
desperately for.
As Travis’s kiss consumed her, his tongue stroking across hers, his lips sealing hers, Lilly
felt emotions surging inside her that she wasn’t certain what to do with.
Heat and hunger held her now. As his hands moved beneath the thin sleeveless top she
wore, his callused palms and fingers stroking against her flesh, she knew she might not
survive the day if she didn’t get more.
So much more.
She wanted to lie beneath him. She wanted to feel him pressing her into a bed, his body
covering her, his possession of her burning through her sex.
Feeling the material of the silken shirt dragging over her breasts, Lilly lifted her arms,
moaning as he released her lips to pull the silk over her head.
It was tossed aside negligently as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, quickly
pushing it over his powerful shoulders as her lips went to his neck, his upper chest.
She could feel the muscles beneath her lips flexing as pleasure surged through his body. His
hands were just as desperate as hers as they stroked over her back, then allowed one hard
palm to cup her breast through the lace of her bra.
The pleasure of it drew her tight. She lifted closer to him, pushing her breast more firmly
into his hand as his fingers began to pluck at the tight peak of her nipple.
“Travis.” She whispered his name imploringly as his lips moved to her neck, spreading
stinging kisses along her flesh as he suddenly lifted her.
A second later she found herself on her back on the couch. The cool material of the
cushions stroked against her shoulder blades as he came over her, his thigh pushing tight and
hard between hers until it was wedged firmly against her pussy.
Her clit swelled and throbbed with impatience. Her juices dampened the swollen folds and
the silk of her panties, the friction causing her to grind her sex against the hard muscle of his
thigh.
This was what she needed.
Her neck arched as his lips moved to her breasts, his fingers pushing the material of her bra
to the side until they encased the swollen mounds and pushed them closer together.
Tight hard nipples begged for his touch, his kiss. They ached for the stroke of his tongue
and the suckling pressure of his hot mouth.
She had told herself on the drive over that she was coming here for answers, but that wasn’t
all she needed from him.
This was what had haunted her through the long, lonely nights for the past months. This
hunger, this need for the touch of one man.
“Damn you,” he growled, pressing closer to her, the hard length of his cock, separated by
their clothing, pressing into her lower stomach as one hand gripped her hip and urged her
closer.
His lips were at her breast, stroking over a nipple, heating it with the slight velvety rasp of
his lips as Lilly shuddered beneath him. The pleasure was like a stroke of electric heat along
her nerve endings as it raced to her clit to flare with vibrant sensation.
“Damn me?” she groaned back at him, her fingers burrowing into his hair. “You tortured
me all
do with a need she didn’t want to reject, didn’t want to turn away from.
For four months she had seemed to exist within a void. She had been lost, too uncertain, too
confused. Until Travis had dared her to come to him, she’d had no idea how to face each day.
She’d had no idea who or what she was.
The memories were still hidden, but that part of her she hadn’t understood finally made
sense. The part of her that ached for touch? Because she missed her lover.
The part of her that seemed restless, imprisoned? Because she sensed a freedom that didn’t
exist within the life she had led before six years ago.
She wasn’t Lady Victoria Lillian Harrington any longer.
She wasn’t the person in that investigator’s report either.
She was Lilly Belle. And Lilly had waited far too long to claim the man she ached so
desperately for.
As Travis’s kiss consumed her, his tongue stroking across hers, his lips sealing hers, Lilly
felt emotions surging inside her that she wasn’t certain what to do with.
Heat and hunger held her now. As his hands moved beneath the thin sleeveless top she
wore, his callused palms and fingers stroking against her flesh, she knew she might not
survive the day if she didn’t get more.
So much more.
She wanted to lie beneath him. She wanted to feel him pressing her into a bed, his body
covering her, his possession of her burning through her sex.
Feeling the material of the silken shirt dragging over her breasts, Lilly lifted her arms,
moaning as he released her lips to pull the silk over her head.
It was tossed aside negligently as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, quickly
pushing it over his powerful shoulders as her lips went to his neck, his upper chest.
She could feel the muscles beneath her lips flexing as pleasure surged through his body. His
hands were just as desperate as hers as they stroked over her back, then allowed one hard
palm to cup her breast through the lace of her bra.
The pleasure of it drew her tight. She lifted closer to him, pushing her breast more firmly
into his hand as his fingers began to pluck at the tight peak of her nipple.
“Travis.” She whispered his name imploringly as his lips moved to her neck, spreading
stinging kisses along her flesh as he suddenly lifted her.
A second later she found herself on her back on the couch. The cool material of the
cushions stroked against her shoulder blades as he came over her, his thigh pushing tight and
hard between hers until it was wedged firmly against her pussy.
Her clit swelled and throbbed with impatience. Her juices dampened the swollen folds and
the silk of her panties, the friction causing her to grind her sex against the hard muscle of his
thigh.
This was what she needed.
Her neck arched as his lips moved to her breasts, his fingers pushing the material of her bra
to the side until they encased the swollen mounds and pushed them closer together.
Tight hard nipples begged for his touch, his kiss. They ached for the stroke of his tongue
and the suckling pressure of his hot mouth.
She had told herself on the drive over that she was coming here for answers, but that wasn’t
all she needed from him.
This was what had haunted her through the long, lonely nights for the past months. This
hunger, this need for the touch of one man.
“Damn you,” he growled, pressing closer to her, the hard length of his cock, separated by
their clothing, pressing into her lower stomach as one hand gripped her hip and urged her
closer.
His lips were at her breast, stroking over a nipple, heating it with the slight velvety rasp of
his lips as Lilly shuddered beneath him. The pleasure was like a stroke of electric heat along
her nerve endings as it raced to her clit to flare with vibrant sensation.
“Damn me?” she groaned back at him, her fingers burrowing into his hair. “You tortured
me all
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