His hands came up to cup her face and tilt it for better access. She rested her hands on his chest as he continued his assault on her mouth. His tongue went deeper and she groaned, his voice matching hers. When she could no longer catch her breath he pulled back just enough to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. His mouth was amazing, applying just enough pressure to make her quiver and her belly erupt in butterflies. Reaching her shoulder, he stopped to gaze into her face. “We have a problem, don’t we, Jessie girl?” “What problem would that be, Travis? The fact that a psycho wants to kill me for something I didn’t do? Or the fact that I’ve dragged you into this and we have no idea when or if Cyrus will even show up here?” “That’s not what I meant,” he said as he laid his forehead against hers. “I’m talking about the agreement we made and how I’m not going to be able to keep my promise to you.” “What promise?” “The promise to keep my hands off you.”
