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over her own. Startled, she remained frozen underneath him for a moment, only to feel him finish the kiss quickly and then move lower, sucking and biting at her lower lip. Coaxing her to respond to him.
    She moaned low, and he made a pleased sound in response. His hand went to her hip, turning her fully toward him. When she parted her lips, his tongue stroked into her mouth. He tasted warm and sweet, wholly different than that harsh chug of whiskey. His tongue brushed against her own, coaxing and teasing, and she felt an answering pulse of response between her legs. She was instantly wet, lost in this fantasy kiss.
    He kissed just like a dream. Just like every dirty fantasy she’d ever had about him. And it didn’t matter that he was vulnerable and sad tonight and probably just a little drunk. This was a fantasy, right? Tomorrow she’d get up and drive to Dallas and start a new life and forget all about a kiss with a handsome man that was too far out of reach for fat, freckled Risa Moore.
    But tonight, she might as well give in to the fantasy. And when his tongue stroked into her mouth again, she rubbed her tongue along his in response, sucking lightly at it as he withdrew from her.
    Travis stared down at her, his eyes glazed with desire. “You’re beautiful.”
    She gave him a wry look. “That’s the whiskey talking.”
    â€œI’d need a lot more whiskey than that to make me drunk, Risa. That’s me talking.” His hand on her hip moved to the bare skin underneath her T-shirt, and he lightly grazed his fingertips over the curve of her belly. “I’ve been thinking about putting my hands on you all day.”
    She shivered in response, tilting her head back when he leaned in to nip at her neck, and then her earlobe. Her entire being was focused on that hand traveling up her shirt, though, and she sucked in a breath when he cupped one of her large breasts, her nipples hardening against his palm.
    â€œYour breasts are amazing,” he murmured against her neck. “I want to see them. Bury my face in them. Suck on your nipples for hours.”
    A soft whimper escaped her throat. That sounded like heaven.
    At her whimper, Gregory squealed in response, reminding them that the pig was in the kitchen with them still. Travis froze and then glanced at the pig, then back at Risa.
    â€œDo you want to go upstairs?” He leaned in and kissed her mouth lightly again, waiting for an answer.
    She hesitated. If she jumped into bed with him, he’d think she was easy. Then again, what did it matter if he thought she was easy? She’d never see him again after tonight. He had nothing tying him to her, nothing to discuss and nothing to hold him there now that his grandmother was gone.
    She could have her fantasy night of sex tonight and be gone in the morning. Each of them would go their separate ways and she’d have this luscious memory of the time that a delicious, powerful man had wanted someone as boring as herself.
    â€œMy room,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again. “I have condoms.”
    He stood up and held a hand out for her.
    She placed her hand in his and stood. “Give me a second.” She moved to the refrigerator and took a large carrot out of the crisper, and then waved it at Gregory. “Want a treat?”
    The pig squealed with delight, dancing on little hooves and circling wildly.
    Travis chuckled at the sight, and it filled Risa with warmth. Maybe he wasn’t made of ice after all. There was hope for poor Gregory yet. She opened the back door and flung the carrot out into the yard, watching the pig make a dash for it. Then she shut the door and turned back to Travis with a shaky smile. “The pig is taken care of.”
    He was still smiling, and put his hand out for her again, and she placed her hand in his once more. They said nothing as they moved up the creaky steps of the old house and headed for Risa’s