“What?” Kacey asked, breathless.
Travis reached for the hand that was still pinned above her head and entwined his fingers with hers. “That it would be enough.”
Kacey’s throat was thick with emotion. She couldn’t even respond. What do you say to that?
“I would have been satisfied,” Travis continued. “I would have been happy even… living my life, continuing to live, to move on, away from my first love, if I could have just held your hand. At least that’s what I believed.”
Kacey squeezed his hand and brought it to her cheek. “And now, now what do you believe?”
“Never.” His voice was hoarse. “Ever.” He released her hand and braced her face. “Would it have been enough? One graze of your fingertip.” He dipped his thumb into her mouth. “Damn, but it would have killed me. And now, I just want you all the time, every second of every day. I can’t get it out of my head. I won’t ever be satisfied of you. And I hope this, this burning, this fever, that you cause in me, never recedes” He took her mouth with his, sucking her lips before retreating back again. “Just in case there were any doubts, you know, before now, you are more than pretty.”
Kacey’s eyes welled with tears.
“I told you once, a few months ago that you should be told every day… Clearly I’ve been too selfish to think to say it. Hell, I haven’t thought past the fact that your hand is missing its best friend: me.” He winked. “But Kace, thank God that you’re mine, because you are beautiful. I love your eyelashes—”
“—Travis.” She interrupted him with a kiss.
He pulled back. “Let me finish. I love your eyelashes; they smile with the rest of your eyes. And your hands, God made them to hold mine, seriously, Grandma even asked, he said yes, by the way…”
“Oh yeah, what else did he say?” Kacey joked.
“That you were mine, from day one, from the first desire to see your shoulder, to hold your hand, to kiss that perfect mouth. It was you and me against the world, and it always will be.” He sighed. “Marriage is just the beginning of our story, and I hope to God that when he writes The End, it’s us, on that last page, still holding hands.”
Kacey didn’t trust herself to speak; she could only nod as she watched the love Travis had for her wash over his features, from his eyes to the protective stance of his body as he hovered over her. “I love you.”
He sighed against her lips. “Sweetheart, I love you so much. I can’t wait to marry you. And just know I’m sorry in advance.”
Already in a stupor, Kacey shook her head. “For what? What are you going to do?”
Winking, Travis pulled away from her and put on his shirt.
“Travis, wait—”
“I love you… and I know I’m going to regret this in about five seconds, which means I have to lock the door to my room…” He sighed. “But sweetheart, I’m going to take Grandma’s advice, considering she’s the reason for us getting together in the first place. I’m going to walk out that door and wait another twelve hours.”
“Hmm.” Kacey played with the strap on her bra “Really? Twelve whole hours?”
“Damn you.” Travis closed his eyes and sighed. “Yes. Now keep your lingerie on while I try to make it by that dog without getting killed.”
He made his way to the door slowly, as if he was already doubting his decision.
With a sigh, Kacey got up from the bed and walked toward him; she wrapped her arms around him from behind and leaned her chin against his back. “I love you, Travis Titus.”
“You,” Travis paused, his muscles tensed beneath her arms, “are my life, future Kacey Titus.”
She released him as he turned the knob to the door and walked out.
The man had the self-control of a saint, and instead of making her angry, it made her love him all the more. In twelve hours he’d be hers, all hers.
Chapter Fifty-five
Char moaned as an arm pulled her close to something warm. She sighed happily when eager lips met hers. Chuckling, Jake moved on top of her and pulled his shirt off. The man was insatiable—which was fine with her. He crooked his finger at her as he moved away. She lifted up her top halfway and stopped.
With a hungry pounce, he ripped it off her body and jerked down the straps of her bra. His mouth was on her in seconds. Hands moved to her hips as he moved her against him and made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a desperate plea.
“I can’t get enough,” he said, stealing another rough kiss. “Please don’t hate me for wanting you again.”
Hate him? She couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough. Who knew she’d be spending the first night of marriage in a tree house? With Jake Titus? And Twinkies. Okay fine, so God had a sense of humor after all.
“Damn, you taste good.” His tongue tangled with hers as his hands moved to her hips.
Fireworks sounded the minute his hands grazed her skin, or maybe it was a whistle. She kissed him harder. Something was off.
The fireworks got louder.
And then someone was knocking on the door to the tree house.
“Okay, you two!” Grandma yelled. “Get down here! We have plans to make! And a wedding to attend! Get down!”
Jake, obviously not caring, continued kissing her.
Char kissed him back; that is, until he was jerked away from her by Grandma herself, whistle in hand.
Jake swore violently as he covered himself with the blanket. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Grandma shrugged. “You have the rest of your lives to fornicate in the tree house…”
“Not fornicating if you’re married,” Jake pointed out.
“Fine. You can screw later.” Grandma glared. “But the caterers are here and the cake has arrived. I need the topper.”
Char felt her eyes widen. “Uh, it was um…”
“I know you have the topper,” Grandma said, sounding bored. “Blanche confirmed that you paid for it.”
“Expensive piece of work, that cake topper,” Jake grumbled.
“Down, both of you.” Grandma blew her whistle one last time and made her way down the ladder, all the while yelling. “You have ten minutes to bring me the topper.”
“Or what!” Jake called after her.
The whistle was all they heard, and then Charles Barkley made his way outside barking. He had a shock collar around his neck, with one push he stopped barking and whimpered, falling to the grass in pain. “Use your imagination. I do believe they have these for the male—”
“Fine!” Jake yelled. “Have it your way!”
Now was the time to panic. “Jake, we don’t have a stand for the topper. We can’t just let it ruin the cake.”
Jake swore. “It either ruins the cake by falling through it, or by sitting on a stand that says ‘Tits Forever’.”
Char covered her mouth with her hands and laughed. “To be fair we got sidetracked.”
“You,” he pointed, “were a distraction. Had you not waltzed around me in high heels and short skirts, I would have built a damn topper.”
“Right. So where’s your hammer?”
At Jake’s guilty look, Char shot him a triumphant glare. “Wow, do you even know what a nail is?”
He grinned shamelessly. “I think I’ve proven I can nail things.”
“Holy crap, it’s a tie between me wanting to give you a high five or slap you.”
“What happened to the whole naked option? That not on the table anymore?”
“Negative.” Char threw on her shirt and stood. “That left the table the minute Grandma mentioned shock collars and alluded to male parts.”