CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
VIOLA
Travis’s muscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me up on the kitchen counter. My entire body is on fire, burning for relief. The way he kisses me overpowers my entire mind, and I can no longer fight the desire to need him.
“You need it, sweetheart. Don’t you?” he asks against my mouth. He’s never called me that before, which means it must only be reserved for his w****s. I don’t have it in me to care, though. I’ll take any part of him he’s willing to give me.
I tighten my legs around his waist and press him closer. His lips curl up, and I can tell he’s smiling.
“That’s what I thought.”
He steps back slightly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of my skirt and begins pulling it down with my panties. “Let’s break you
