Did Travis feel it, too, the sexual

Did Travis feel it, too, the sexual tension crackling and dancing between them?
How could he not? The horses certainly did—from the minute Travis had given her a leg up on Mystique and then mounted Colchester, they’d been raring to go. Down the allée they tossed their necks and pranced like racehorses heading toward the starting gates, the gravel crunching loudly beneath their hooves. Margot was grateful for the weeks of intense training behind her. She was strong enough to hold Mystique to an extended trot as they warmed up on the narrow trail that wound through the woods.
The early afternoon sun cut through the trees in pale-gold bands and lit the russet carpet of oak and maple leaves that lay thickly on the ground. Around them was a riot of sounds: the cry of startled birds, the shriek of squirrels jumping overhead from branch to branch, the horses’ restless snorts, and the crackle of leaves and the loud snap of twigs beneath their hooves.
For her part, Margot couldn’t have spoken to save her life. Mystique, excited to be beyond the confines of the exercise ring, required her full attention—a challenge enough without the presence of Travis riding by her side to distract her. It would be the height of embarrassment to get dumped from her horse because she couldn’t control her.
Beside her, Travis rode with the fabulous grace of a centaur. His face was a study in concentration, its planes and angles all chiseled strength, his beautiful mouth a flat line as he kept Colchester’s high spirits in check. She wondered what he’d think if he knew that watching him control the powerful bay was as potent as any aphrodisiac. Then again, what about Travis didn’t turn her on? He could make her wet simply by wrapping his long fingers around a coffee mug and raising the cup to his lips; she would watch and imagine his hands on her, his lips drinking her in.
Restlessly she shifted in her saddle and stole another peek at his profile, awed by his intense focus. But what did she expect? Travis could hardly leap off Colchester’s back and carry her off to some leaf-lined bower and make passionate love to her while the horses cooled their hooves. Yeah, right, she thought, with a self-deprecating snort. This wasn’t some Hollywood fantasy; they would never risk their horses’ safety. Once again she fixed her gaze ahead, determined to match his concentration.
They were following well-worn trails, the routes familiar enough from her girlhood that Margot remembered the spots where they widened. Reaching one, she relaxed her fingers on the reins and Mystique shot forward like a loosed arrow, Colchester a split second behind and then cantering alongside her. The faster pace helped distract her from the fevered desire trapped inside her.
When she caught sight of the side trail that ran parallel to the main path and which had fences—logs, old gates, brush jumps—for jumping practice, she immediately guided Mystique over to it. Collecting the mare, they soared over a downed log that lay across it. With each jump she and the mare negotiated, her pleasure grew. Mystique was as able, brave, and sure-footed as Margot had hoped. She couldn’t see Travis. Consummate horseman that he was, he was keeping Colchester several strides back, maintaining a safe jumping distance in case she and Mystique encountered difficulties.
Then they were out of the woods, flying over a stone wall that was centuries old and into a wide, rolling field. This time it was Travis who surged ahead, his torso angled over Colchester’s neck, the gelding’s long black tail streaming behind.
Mystique was not to be outdone. Neither was Margot. The mare strained at the bit and Margot let her have her head, eager to match Colchester’s pounding speed. They came abreast of Travis, Colchester and Mystique’s hooves thundering over the earth like a fast-approaching storm. Neck and neck they raced toward the weathered gray line of trees marking the beginning of Rosewood land.
Nearing the trees, Travis straightened, bringing Colchester back down to a canter and then to a trot. Margot followed suit. The circuit they’d covered was roughly four miles, a route that traveled over Rosewood and adjoining farms. The distance had posed no problems for the horses, who were tossing their heads, snorting energetically. While Mystique still had lots of go, Margot knew it would be the height of folly to tax her on their first day out together. To do so would be to court injury, and the date for the Hunt Cup was approaching.
“How are you feeling?”
Had Travis noticed that she was breathing harder than Mystique, her heart pounding from the adrenaline rush of the gallop? Adrenaline now liberally mixed with lust because he was looking at her with mesmerizing, diamond-chipped eyes.
Lord, she wanted him. The need bore down on her. She clamped her thighs around the saddle—as if that might stop the aching emptiness that only Travis could fill.
“Mystique was great. Just terrific.”
“No, how are you feeling? Are you … sore?”
The unanticipated question thrilled like a stolen caress. In a flash, her desire burst into flames, the cool November air merely fanning the fiery licks of need.
“I—no.” She swallowed and tried again. “I want you.”
“Jesus,” he said, and she saw the supreme control he’d displayed earlier crack to expose a hunger as deep and violent as her own.
The short trip back to the barns passed in a blur. By the time they reached the courtyard, she could no longer control her trembling.
The clattering of eight hooves over gravel was loud enough for Andy to come out of the barn and greet them. “How’d Colchester do, Travis?”
“Real good. You busy, Andy?”
“No, I just finished with Sweet William. I’ve got another half hour before I need to bring the ladies in from the pasture and help Ned with the deworming.”
“Do you mind taking Mystique and Colchester and cooling them down?” he asked as he dismounted swiftly. “I’m going to fix Margot something warm upstairs. She caught a chill on the ride.”
Please God, let Andy accept that as a logical reason for her to be shaking as if wracked with dengue fever.
“No problem, Travis. And how was Mystique?”
She thought she managed a smile. “Great. Thanks for taking care of her, Andy.”
“Sure thing. You go warm up now. I’ll take Mystique into the barn. Here, let me help you down.”
“I got her, Andy,” Travis said.
He caught her by the waist as she slid down from the saddle. Margot bit down hard on her lip to stifle a moan at the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips. He didn’t let go, steadying her, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at how his possessive grip and the brush of his muscled body against her back could make her weak-kneed with desire.
Andy left with Mystique and Colchester in tow. The second the horses’ hindquarters were swallowed by the gloom of the barn’s interior, Travis spoke, his voice low and urgent. “Come on.”
She tried to shake her head. “We can’t—”
“Now, Margot,” he growled, already ushering her into the barn and up the narrow stairs to his apartment.
She’d barely crossed the threshold before he had her pinned against the wall. He swallowed her “oof” of surprise and then her moan of surrender as he ravished her mouth, his kiss plundering with a wild hunger. His hands were equally ruthless. In a frenzied race, he dropped to knees, yanking at her field boots, sending them sailing across the room. His fingers tore at her clothes, shoving down her breeches and panties in one fierce tug. The buttons on her shirt popped, bouncing on the wooden floor. Swept away by Travis’s passion, she wouldn’t have cared if he’d ripped the shirt to shreds.
She whimpered helplessly at the feel of his hands streaking over her naked skin, each rough stroke, each desperate kiss claiming her as his, and when he lifted her off the ground, she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly about his hips and gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he entered her with one powerful thrust. In the grip of some primal urge, he drove into her over and over, the rawness of his need so beautiful that she cried in near rapture as the pleasure built inside her. Then suddenly she was there, her orgasm washing over her, pulling her under, lifting her up. She clung to Travis, her only anchor. The force of her orgasm triggering his own, he gave a final, desperate lunge, then poured himself into her, shudders wracking his body.
As one they slid to the floor. Spent in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, they slumped against the wall.
Some semblance of sanity reasserted itself in Travis’s brain and with it basic courtesy: he pulled Margot’s limp body over his, cushioning her from the cold floorboards. He couldn’t see her face. But the sight of her breeches still wrapped about one slender ankle made him wince.
Christ, he hadn’t even taken the time to undress her. His own breeches were merely unzipped. He’d pushed them down just far enough to pull out his cock before nailing her against the wall. He could already see the imprint of his hands on her hips where he’d held her. He was damned lucky she’d been wet and ready when he’d slammed into her; otherwise he might have hurt her. Shamed, he closed his eyes.
Was it only two nights ago that he’d whispered a promise to show her he was the only man for her? Cocksure he’d be able to demonstrate what a great lover he could be. Well, he’d fucked that idea up royally. Did he think the Charlie Ayers and Paul Ormonds of her world handled her with such brute force?
He searched for the words to explain what had just happened. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away” just didn’t cut it. How to make her understand the feral need to possess her, to make her his? The love he felt for Margot was too new for him to understand fully. But what was clear to him already was that his love wasn’t neat and pretty.

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Travis perasaan itu, juga, ketegangan seksual berderak dan menari antara mereka?Bagaimana mungkin ia tidak? Kuda-kuda tentu saja — dari menit Travis sudah menyerah padanya kaki mistik dan kemudian mount Colchester, mereka telah menjalaninya. Turun allée mereka melemparkan leher mereka dan pranced seperti kuda pacuan menuju ke arah gerbang awal, kerikil berderak keras di bawah kuku mereka. Margot adalah berterima kasih atas minggu pelatihan intensif belakangnya. Dia adalah cukup kuat untuk menahan mistik untuk trot diperpanjang karena mereka menghangat di jalur sempit yang luka melalui hutan.Matahari sore awal memotong pohon-pohon di pucat-gold band dan menyalakan karpet kemerahan oak dan maple daun yang meletakkan tebal di tanah. Di sekitar mereka adalah kerusuhan suara: burung terkejut teriakan, jeritan tupai melompat overhead cabang, kuda snorts gelisah, dan derak daun dan menjentikkan keras ranting di bawah kuku mereka.Bagian, Margot tidak bisa dikatakan untuk menyelamatkan hidupnya. Mistik, senang berada di luar cincin latihan, dibutuhkan perhatian sepenuhnya — tantangan yang cukup tanpa kehadiran Travis naik sisinya untuk mengalihkan perhatian dirinya. Ini akan menjadi tinggi malu untuk mendapatkan dibuang dari kudanya karena dia tak bisa mengendalikan dirinya.Sampingnya, Travis Berkuda dengan anugerah hebat centaur. Wajahnya adalah sebuah studi dalam konsentrasi, pesawat dan sudut semua dipahat kekuatan, mulut-indah nya datar baris seperti dia memelihara semangat tinggi Colchester's di cek. Dia bertanya-tanya apa yang akan dia berpikir jika dia tahu bahwa mengawasinya kontrol Teluk kuat adalah ampuh sebagai afrodisiak apapun. Kemudian lagi, apa tentang Travis tidak mengubah-nya? Dia bisa membuat dirinya basah hanya dengan membungkus jari-jarinya panjang sekitar cangkir kopi dan mengangkat Piala ke bibirnya; Dia akan menonton dan bayangkan tangannya pada dirinya, bibirnya minum dia di.Gelisah dia bergeser di pelana dan mencuri mengintip lain profil, terpesona oleh fokusnya intens. Tapi apa yang dia harapkan? Travis hampir tidak bisa melompat dari Colchester di punggung dan membawanya ke beberapa berlapis daun bower dan membuat cinta kepadanya saat kuda didinginkan jari mereka. Ya, benar, dia berpikir, dengan snort mencela diri sendiri. Ini bukan beberapa Hollywood fantasi; mereka tidak pernah akan risiko keselamatan kuda-kuda mereka. Sekali lagi dia tetap pandangan matanya depan, bertekad untuk mencocokkan konsentrasinya.Mereka mengikuti jalur usang, akrab rute cukup dari girlhood nya yang Margot diingat bintik-bintik yang mana mereka melebar. Mencapai satu, dia santai jarinya atas kendali dan mistik ditembak maju seperti panah di sini, Colchester sepersekian detik di belakang dan kemudian cantering bersama dirinya. Kecepatan lebih cepat membantu mengalihkan dirinya dari keinginan pikiran yang terperangkap di dalam dirinya.When she caught sight of the side trail that ran parallel to the main path and which had fences—logs, old gates, brush jumps—for jumping practice, she immediately guided Mystique over to it. Collecting the mare, they soared over a downed log that lay across it. With each jump she and the mare negotiated, her pleasure grew. Mystique was as able, brave, and sure-footed as Margot had hoped. She couldn’t see Travis. Consummate horseman that he was, he was keeping Colchester several strides back, maintaining a safe jumping distance in case she and Mystique encountered difficulties.Then they were out of the woods, flying over a stone wall that was centuries old and into a wide, rolling field. This time it was Travis who surged ahead, his torso angled over Colchester’s neck, the gelding’s long black tail streaming behind.Mystique was not to be outdone. Neither was Margot. The mare strained at the bit and Margot let her have her head, eager to match Colchester’s pounding speed. They came abreast of Travis, Colchester and Mystique’s hooves thundering over the earth like a fast-approaching storm. Neck and neck they raced toward the weathered gray line of trees marking the beginning of Rosewood land.Nearing the trees, Travis straightened, bringing Colchester back down to a canter and then to a trot. Margot followed suit. The circuit they’d covered was roughly four miles, a route that traveled over Rosewood and adjoining farms. The distance had posed no problems for the horses, who were tossing their heads, snorting energetically. While Mystique still had lots of go, Margot knew it would be the height of folly to tax her on their first day out together. To do so would be to court injury, and the date for the Hunt Cup was approaching.“How are you feeling?”Had Travis noticed that she was breathing harder than Mystique, her heart pounding from the adrenaline rush of the gallop? Adrenaline now liberally mixed with lust because he was looking at her with mesmerizing, diamond-chipped eyes.Lord, she wanted him. The need bore down on her. She clamped her thighs around the saddle—as if that might stop the aching emptiness that only Travis could fill.“Mystique was great. Just terrific.”“No, how are you feeling? Are you … sore?”The unanticipated question thrilled like a stolen caress. In a flash, her desire burst into flames, the cool November air merely fanning the fiery licks of need.“I—no.” She swallowed and tried again. “I want you.”“Jesus,” he said, and she saw the supreme control he’d displayed earlier crack to expose a hunger as deep and violent as her own.The short trip back to the barns passed in a blur. By the time they reached the courtyard, she could no longer control her trembling.The clattering of eight hooves over gravel was loud enough for Andy to come out of the barn and greet them. “How’d Colchester do, Travis?”“Real good. You busy, Andy?”“No, I just finished with Sweet William. I’ve got another half hour before I need to bring the ladies in from the pasture and help Ned with the deworming.”“Do you mind taking Mystique and Colchester and cooling them down?” he asked as he dismounted swiftly. “I’m going to fix Margot something warm upstairs. She caught a chill on the ride.”Please God, let Andy accept that as a logical reason for her to be shaking as if wracked with dengue fever.“No problem, Travis. And how was Mystique?”She thought she managed a smile. “Great. Thanks for taking care of her, Andy.”“Sure thing. You go warm up now. I’ll take Mystique into the barn. Here, let me help you down.”“I got her, Andy,” Travis said.He caught her by the waist as she slid down from the saddle. Margot bit down hard on her lip to stifle a moan at the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips. He didn’t let go, steadying her, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at how his possessive grip and the brush of his muscled body against her back could make her weak-kneed with desire.Andy left with Mystique and Colchester in tow. The second the horses’ hindquarters were swallowed by the gloom of the barn’s interior, Travis spoke, his voice low and urgent. “Come on.”She tried to shake her head. “We can’t—”“Now, Margot,” he growled, already ushering her into the barn and up the narrow stairs to his apartment.She’d barely crossed the threshold before he had her pinned against the wall. He swallowed her “oof” of surprise and then her moan of surrender as he ravished her mouth, his kiss plundering with a wild hunger. His hands were equally ruthless. In a frenzied race, he dropped to knees, yanking at her field boots, sending them sailing across the room. His fingers tore at her clothes, shoving down her breeches and panties in one fierce tug. The buttons on her shirt popped, bouncing on the wooden floor. Swept away by Travis’s passion, she wouldn’t have cared if he’d ripped the shirt to shreds.She whimpered helplessly at the feel of his hands streaking over her naked skin, each rough stroke, each desperate kiss claiming her as his, and when he lifted her off the ground, she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly about his hips and gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he entered her with one powerful thrust. In the grip of some primal urge, he drove into her over and over, the rawness of his need so beautiful that she cried in near rapture as the pleasure built inside her. Then suddenly she was there, her orgasm washing over her, pulling her under, lifting her up. She clung to Travis, her only anchor. The force of her orgasm triggering his own, he gave a final, desperate lunge, then poured himself into her, shudders wracking his body.As one they slid to the floor. Spent in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, they slumped against the wall.Some semblance of sanity reasserted itself in Travis’s brain and with it basic courtesy: he pulled Margot’s limp body over his, cushioning her from the cold floorboards. He couldn’t see her face. But the sight of her breeches still wrapped about one slender ankle made him wince.Christ, he hadn’t even taken the time to undress her. His own breeches were merely unzipped. He’d pushed them down just far enough to pull out his cock before nailing her against the wall. He could already see the imprint of his hands on her hips where he’d held her. He was damned lucky she’d been wet and ready when he’d slammed into her; otherwise he might have hurt her. Shamed, he closed his eyes.Was it only two nights ago that he’d whispered a promise to show her he was the only man for her? Cocksure he’d be able to demonstrate what a great lover he could be. Well, he’d fucked that idea up royally. Did he think the Charlie Ayers and Paul Ormonds of her world handled her with such brute force?
He searched for the words to explain what had just happened. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away” just didn’t cut it. How to make her understand the feral need to possess her, to make her his? The love he felt for Margot was too new for him to understand fully. But what was clear to him already was that his love wasn’t neat and pretty.