Free The Billionaire Heartbreaker by Mandy Baxter Page B

was so much better than anything his imagination could have conjured and Travis only wanted more. His arms went around her narrow waist and he eased her down onto the couch. If she thought a few innocent kisses felt good, he was about to rock her motherfuckin’ world.
    He’d make sure she never thought of another man without first comparing him to Travis. “Honey, I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t know which way is up.”
    Her nervous laughter sent a rush of adrenaline through his bloodstream. “You always rise to the challenge, don’t you?”
    He dragged his mouth up the length of her throat. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
    Travis shifted so that he sat on the couch and Reily straddled him. Her billowy skirt worked its way up her thighs, exposing the petal-soft flesh to his wandering hands. He caressed a path along her outer thighs, up her narrow torso and worked the rest of the buttons on her blouse free. Reily’s head fell back on her shoulders as he parted the silky fabric and took in the sight of her perfect breasts held high by a sexy little pushup bra that made Travis’s mouth water.
    â€œJesus Christ, Reily. If I’d known this was what you were hiding under those tight button-ups, I would have stripped you bare a week ago.”
    She pressed against him. Her mouth met his temple, his cheek, just below his ear, and then his throat. Her teeth grazed his skin and Travis swallowed a groan as she bit down just hard enough for him to feel it. “Do that again.”
    He felt her smile against his throat before she bit down once more. Travis’s cock throbbed as she flicked out with her tongue as though to sooth the sting. He wanted her mouth on his cock, her full soft lips wrapped tight around his shaft.
    There were too damned many clothes between them. Travis eased Reily’s shirt over her shoulders and she shrugged out of the sleeves. He discarded the garment somewhere behind her as he reached for the clasp of her bra and pulled it free. If he’d thought her breasts were beautiful held perfectly in place by the satiny pink bra, it was nothing compared to their unfettered glory. Sweet Jesus . Travis blew out a gust of breath.
    Reily pulled back to meet his gaze, her brow furrowed. “What?”
    Travis cupped her breasts in his palms and her gaze went liquid. “These,” he brushed his thumbs across the tight points of her nipples, “are fucking perfect.”
    Her lips parted on a breath. Travis massaged the supple flesh in his palms, teased her nipples with his thumbs while he gauged her reaction. Reily arched into his touch, her breath hitched, and low, whimpering moans gathered in her throat. He could watch her for hours. Just keep her right here in his lap and enjoy the sweeping expressions that crossed her face while he pleasured her.
    Travis had always gotten what he wanted out of his many hookups and he assumed that most of his partners had, too. At least, none of them had ever complained. But he’d never paid attention to a woman’s pleasure before tonight. Had never let himself enjoy it. Had he been too disconnected to ever notice, or was it Reily that made the difference?
    For the first time, his needs seemed inconsequential in comparison to hers.
    Reiley went up on her knees and Travis reached to the small of her back to unzip her skirt. His hands dove beneath the fabric to cup her ass and an appreciative groan gathered in his throat as his palms met bare flesh. A push up bra and thong beneath her conservative business wear. It was like Christmas, New Year’s, and his birthday all wrapped up into one.
    Her skin was silk. Her breath warm as it feathered over his ear. The heat of her body soaked through his clothes and Travis was consumed with a desperation to feel every naked inch of her on his bare skin. There was so damned much he wanted to do to her. So much he wanted to see and taste and