Sorry for the late update, it took me a while to write this chapter out before typing it.
Blair
It took a few seconds to awaken fully and remember that I wasn't alone in my apartment. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that I was alone in bed. I could feel Travis' absence. His warmth was gone. But he was in the other room. The smell of coffee filled the small apartment. And Travis' voice, although he was talking quietly, drifted through the closed door.
I made quick work of brushing my teeth and hair before going into the living room to face him after last night. The fact that he was still here amazed me. He had come to stop me from going on a date with Elijah. And in return, I'd freaked out on him while doing something as simple as kissing and touching.
I opened the door and stepped into the room, and my eyes went straight to the tall form of perfection standing at the window with his back to me. He was on the phone. He was still wearing the jeans and T-shirt he'd had on last night, but his duffel bag sat on the sofa. He had come prepared.
"I'd rather not come Karleah. I like Seth and all, but I wasn't planning on being here this weekend, and I didn't come down for his party. I have other things I'd rather do tonight," he said in a frustrated tone, although he was still talking in a quiet voice.
His jaw worked as he listened to whatever his sister was saying. It seemed she really wanted him to go to a party tonight. I started to speak up and tell him he should go.
"Fine. I'll go if Blair wants to. But if she'd rather not, we're doing something else. End if discussion. Now, I love you, but I gotta go. I was going to make her breakfast before she wakes up."
I closed my mouth And stared in surprise at his back. He wanted to take me? To a party with his crowd? And he was going to make me breakfast? Not blurting out that I loved him was hard, because after listening to this conversation, I wanted to open the window and alert all the neighbors that I was in love with this man.
He turned, And his gaze locked with mine. A slow, sexy smile touched his lips, and I was sure I might swoon on the spot.
"I gotta go. She's awake," he said into the phone, and ended his call.
I stood right where I was, unable to move, with that gleam in his eyes and the warmth of his gaze slowly trailing down my body and back up again.
"You even wake up gorgeous," he said in a gentle tone.
"Thankyou," was my silly response. I didn't know what else to say.
"You hungry? I was going to take inventory and make us some breakfast," he said as he walked over to the kitchen.
"I've already made coffee," he added on.
"Yes, but I can make breakfast. I make really good homemade waffles."
I followed him to the kitchen area. He glanced over his shoulder.
"Homemade waffles? Sold. All I can do is eggs and toast."
"Then you go sit over there, because both of us are not fitting into this kitchen."
He was pouring more coffee into his mug. Then he turned and walked back out of the corner hole I had for a kitchen. I may or may not have been checking out his butt in those jeans. I had to snap my head up when he turned back to me.
A knowing grin lit up his face, and he took a few steps back in my direction and placed his cup of coffee on the bar.
" I'm going to admit something that I think you should know. I'm a bit of a caveman. The idea of you cooking for me turns me on." His voice dropped as he said the last part, then her bent his head and pressed a warm kiss to my lips.
I was ready for another round of kissing if he was. I went up on my tiptoes eagerly. I was five foot two, but Travis was at least six three or six four. He made me feel short. His hand slipped around my lower back and pressed me closer to him, just before his mouth opened and I was given the yummy taste of his peppermint goodness. I moved my hands from his arms to his neck to help me up even further on my toes.
Travis moved his hands over my butt and cupped it, and for a moment, we both stilled. When panic didn't set in, I leaned closer, and Travis in hailed sharply, then pulled me up his body while holding onto my bottom.
Just when I was getting ready to explore his lips some more, he broke the kiss and took a deep breath.
"Blair, baby, I've got a thing for your ass. I've had a thing for your ass since day one. And now that I've got my hands on it, I need a minute to calm down, without your hot little mouth turning me the fuck on," he said in a husky voice that made me shiver.
I ducked my head to hide my smile. He liked my butt. It was too fat, but he liked it. I couldn't keep from grinning.
"I see that smile," he said teasingly, as he squeezed my bottom in his hands and then groaned.
"Fuck... That's nice," he said in my ear.
"Either I carry you over to that sofa and continue to hold the finest ass in the world in my hands while I kiss you, or I let you go so you can me those waffles. You're choice. I want to do what you feel comfortable with."
This man and his words made me feel like goo inside. All melt and mushy. Who needs breakfast anyway?
"The sofa," I whispered, and he let out a pleased growl as he picked me up of the floor.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he kept his hands on my bottom. In three long strides we were sinking down on to the sofa. I felt the stiffness under my bottom and he stilled.
I would not panic. This was Travis. This was Travis.
I kept my eyes locked onto his handsome face and watched in fascination as his eyes flickered with something so sexy and needy that it made my center ache.
"You can pull your legs out and hold yourself over my lap, if feeling what you do to me makes you nervous." His voice was tight, as if he was hurting somehow.
I moved so that my legs were folded on each side of him and was straddling him. Just like last night. If I sank down, I would feel his erection against me. But there was a tingling ache there that hadn't been there before.the idea of putting any pressure on it excited me.
Travis' hands flexed on my bottom, and he breathed out heavily through his nose as we kept our gazes firmly locked on each other. Slowly, inlet myself sink down onto his lap. The hard ridge of his penis fit right along the slit between my legs, and I gasped loudly when a spark that felt so good it was almost painful shot up my body from the contact between my legs.
Travis swallowed so hard I could hear him. His breathing was heavier now, and his hands tightened their hold on my backside.
"You ok?" He asked in a voice that sounded like he was in pain.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked horrified.
I hadn't even thought about how this might feel to him. I started to get up, and his hands immediately moved to my thighs and he held me down.
"No. No. Don't. This is... Fuck, baby. I don't have words for what this is," he said, the let out a hard laugh as he laid his head back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling.
"I need another minute," he added.
His hands squeezed my thighs as he sat there like that. I admired the thickness of his throat. It even looked muscular. Do necks have muscles?
Feeling brave, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his neck. His hands flexed on my thighs, but that was the only move he made. So I kissed him again and in hailed his scent. He reminded me of leather and the outdoors. My body must have liked the two smells, because I had to press down to get some relief from the pulsing ache between my legs.
"Baby," he said softly.
"Yeah?" I asked, taking a little taste of his skin with the tip of my tongue.
"Fuck," he groaned, and then I was moving away from him.
His hands were on my waist, and he was placing me on the sofa as he go up and moved away as fast he could.
I had been so lost in him I hadn't realized what was going on until I saw him stop and put his hands on his knees. I watched him take several deep breaths before he stood back up. I was afraid to ask him anything. I waited for him to say something first.
It seemed like forever before he finally turned around and looked at me. I had pulled my knees up in front of me and wrapped my arms around them. Something was wrong. I was waiting to hear him tell me what that was, exactly.
"I'm sorry. I... You're..." He stopped and laughed at himself, then shook his head in frustration.
"I want you naked, Blair. I want my hands and mouth all over your sweet little body. I want to bend you over and kiss the freckle I know is right under your left butt cheek, the one I saw the first time I met you. I was greeted with your perfect ass bent over on display, and I've dreamed about that ass ever since. But more than that, I want you to always feel safe with me. I want to take it slow and easy with you, so I never have to see that haunted look in your eyes or the terror in your expression again. So we may have many more moments when you press that-" he closed his eyes and breathed hard through his nose- "when you press against me and touch me in ways that drive me so crazy I'm afraid I will snap and touch you where you're not ready yet."
Hearing him tell me that he wanted to kiss me and touch me naked had my heart racing up again. It produced a mixture of fear and excitement. The sensation between my legs was still there. There was a needy ache that reminded me of a time when I was much younger and a guy I'd had a crush on at school cornered me and touched me, calling me beautiful.
After he'd ignored me and let his girlfriend call me horrible names the next day, that ache had never returned. Then other things happened that made ant excitement in that part of my body die. Just remembering the past doused the feelings left behind from being in Travis' arms.
I was relieved that the ache was gone and sad that the kissing session with Travis was over when I stood up.
"Then I guess its time for breakfast," I said, forcing a smile.
Travis was studying me carefully, and I didn't want him to think for a minute that I was upset with him. He was doing this for me. He cared enough to put his own needs aside and be gentle with me. It made me love him even more.
"Do you understand?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
A real smile formed on my lips as I looked at him.
"I understand. Thankyou. Things like this only make me trust you more."