Taking my coffee with me, I leave the kitchen and head upstairs to check the rooms. Most of the guest room doors are closed, but it doesn’t take long to find the open one. And when I spot Travis, I damn near swallow my tongue. He’s on the floor, ass up in the air, fiddling with one of the bed’s legs.

And did I mention his hot, denim-clad ass is up in the air?

I shamelessly ogle him a few more moments, then step farther into the room, closing and locking the door behind me.

At the sound of that, his head swings my way. “Hey,” he says. Then he goes back to fixing the bed like he doesn’t know he’s the most perfect man ever.

“You do not have to do this.” I take a sip of coffee before setting the thermos on the dresser.

“It’s no trouble,” he replies. His ass is still pointed up, and I’m two seconds away from marching over to him and smacking it. That’s not typically my thing, but man. I want to feel the muscle give and the heat of him under my palm. “There, that should do it.”

When he stands, black shirt tight across his chest and eyes bright like he’s happy to see me, I can’t hold back any longer.

“You are the fucking best,” I tell him, striding forward until I’m inches from him, and then stepping even closer so he’s forced to step back. He knocks into the bed, and I waste no time in pushing him down onto it. His body bounces slightly on the mattress, but bless him, the bed doesn’t wobble at all.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face.

With a mischievous smile, I jab one finger into his chest, encouraging him to lie down, and I straddle him as soon as he complies. My shoes are on the bed, which compromises the inn’s standards of cleanliness. But running my hands up Travis’s sides, I couldn’t care less.

As I lean down to kiss him, he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me in, so I’m not sure who ends up kissing whom. But it doesn’t matter. I suck on his bottom lip, then pull back to nip at it before sucking on it again. Once I let go, he licks at my lips, and I open for him. His hand on the back of my head provides a gentle pressure that keeps my face close to his, and I’ve never minded anything less.