His tongue slipped past her lips with practiced ease, sweeping along her palate and warm gums in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that left her completely lightheaded. The sensation was warm, intimate, and maddeningly persuasive. Jillyanna squeezed her eyes shut, fighting with every ounce of willpower not to respond to him. She knew that if she yielded even an inch, she would completely embarrass herself—especially when her mind was still reeling from getting caught admiring his physique. It was a blessing in disguise that she was already sitting in the vanity chair; had she been standing on her own two feet, her knees surely would have buckled right then and there.
When Travis finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath heavy and warm against her flushed skin. He searched her face, taking in her wide, teary eyes and the shallow, frantic rise and fall of her chest as she gasped for air.
