Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The warm water slid across my skin as lantern light reflected softly off the black infinity pool. I leaned my head back briefly, exhaling into the Newport night, trying unsuccessfully to stop replaying Titus’s mouth on mine.
The man left me half-naked in a Madrid fantasy suite because he’d forgotten condoms. I’d assumed that the heat of the moment was what had turned me on so much, and that I would be over it by the time he came back, but no. Now, fully cooled down and clear-headed, I still wanted him just as much.
Jesus, could the man kiss. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing he was with his tongue while—
No. I got my naked ass in this pool to take the edge off, not to build up more fantasies about something I was shocked I’d allowed to happen.
But was I shocked at myself for wanting him? Hell no.
Who the hell was I? It wasn’t just the yacht and the romance. It was the slow dance. It was seeing the look on his face, showing me he was craving more yet holding back.
The Titus Hawk everyone had read and heard about knew that if he wanted a woman, the last thing he would do was restrain himself. He took her. Like he took this goddamn yacht. It’s who the man was and how he operated.
Somehow, he was the complete opposite when it came to me, and I still couldn’t figure out what the hell I’d done to unravel the man like this.
And before he took off for condoms, never returned, and left me sitting out here processing shit… I was about to kill a five-year-long celibacy streak.
I laughed softly beneath my breath before hearing the terrace doors slide open behind me.
“Catalina?”
My pulse stumbled instantly. I turned in the water and used the edge of the pool to conceal my body.
I played it cool, reached for the glass of wine I’d poured after he left, and studied this beautiful man’s appearance. His shirt was still unbuttoned. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and the look in his eyes—
His gaze moved over me slowly while he exhaled a rough curse beneath his breath in Spanish.
“You got in the pool?”
I tried to maintain composure. “I didn’t think you were coming back.”
A faint smile touched his lips as he lifted a small black box between two fingers. “I handled the problem.”
Heat rushed into my cheeks. And judging by the way Titus looked at me standing in that water, whatever composure he had left clearly hadn’t survived the trip.
“Took you long enough,” I smirked.
He mirrored my grin. “Well, my staff probably feels entirely terrorized because I was shouting for these damn things.”
I covered my smile. “You don’t even know where you put…”
For the first time in my life, a situation actually rendered me speechless.
Before I could finish, the man started unbuttoning his pants, dropped them, along with the shirt and everything else, except his briefs.
Jesus. He was the very definition of a man. Dark chest hair scattered across his chest, a small trail leading down and disappearing into the hem of his briefs. His muscles were tense and more pronounced than I’d seen them at the beach.
This man was about to ruin me in the best possible way.
I was waiting for the big reveal, but he was in the water with me before I could blink. Then I was in his arms, his lips devouring mine with more force than before. I could hardly return the kiss. I was breathless, lightheaded, and completely at his mercy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them around him, bringing our bodies closer together. My arms went around his neck while my head fell back. His full lips possessively claimed the delicate curve beneath my ear.
His deep moan as his hand covered my bare ass reignited the fire that had been doused when he had to leave the room. God, every sound from him went straight between my legs.
“We’re not doing this in a goddamn pool,” he said after his lips left my breast. His golden eyes met mine. “Not to start, anyway.”
I sucked in a breath at the intensity of his gaze. That’s when the nerves kicked in. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. It had to be because I knew we were about to cross a line into something dangerous.
His expression changed in that instant. “Are you okay?”
I inhaled again, excited and scared all at once. “Yeah,” I whispered.
He studied my eyes, “Don’t lie to me, carino.”
“I’ll sink this damn yacht if you hurt me,” I said.
He grinned. “I’ll put the damn thing at the bottom of the ocean myself if I do anything to hurt you.” He shifted me in his arms and grew more serious. “I will not hurt you, Catalina. I promise you this.”
I saw the sincerity in his face as I studied his expression to be sure the man wasn’t lying.
That’s when the fear left, and whatever hesitation remained inside me burned away.
My lips returned to his, and the next thing I knew, I was cradled in his arms, out of the pool. He moved back into the room, and then I was on his bed, his eyes intently studying my body as if he’d never seen a naked woman before.
No man should’ve been allowed to look this damn good while staring at me like that. The outline of him beneath those soaked briefs nearly destroyed what little composure I had left. That’s when I decided to pursue what I wanted.
I sat up as he walked toward me. I gently ran my fingers along the edge of his boxers and pulled the dripping-wet cloth down. A dense patch of dark hair, groomed to perfection, surrounded a thick length I definitely hadn’t been prepared for.
God, I am one lucky woman.
His hand came up through my hair as if to beg me to take him in my mouth. A man like Titus could’ve dominated this entire moment, yet he was watching me as if what I wanted mattered more.
And what I wanted was him in my mouth. My eyes left his beautifully long cock, to meet his eyes. They were dark with desire as he watched each move I made. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around him, stood up, and began kissing along the muscles of his hard chest.
I gently ran my hand down, feeling the evidence of him already wanting me, and continued stroking him while I smiled up at him.
“My God, you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, eyes closing as I continued to pull down, twist, and run my hand back up until his cock was covered in his precum.
Low groans escaped him as I knelt and wrapped my lips around his tip. The sheer size of him should’ve intimidated me. Instead, it made me ache. God damn, every inch of him was devastatingly male.
Titus whispered something in Spanish before gripping each side of my head, and he worked himself gently in and out of my mouth. I used one hand to cradle his balls and the other to offer the other half of his dick what my mouth couldn’t.
I glanced up, seeing his eyes locked on me, no smile, watching me like a man losing control.
He was so delicious and sexy that it didn’t seem fair.
It’s when we fell into a perfect rhythm that Titus pulled himself out of my mouth and lifted me back onto the bed. He crawled over the top of me, eyes never leaving mine, while he strongly situated himself between my open legs.
“I will taste you, preciosa,” he said in a deeper voice I’d never heard him use before, “but right now I want your perfect lips on mine and for you to come so intensely that you shatter around my hand.”
I answered him by gripping the back of his head, my lips hungrily crashing into his, desperate to taste his kiss again. My eyes rolled back when his kiss became more powerful, and two of his fingers slid into me.
My legs spread further open, heels digging into the bed while my hips moved up, needing his fingers deeper in me.
“My God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said after breaking our kiss.
My head pushed hard into the mattress. His lips covered my breast, sucking harder than he was when he first took them into his mouth. Lord, how could any woman survive this man? The stretch of another finger made my back arch instantly.
As if the man knew exactly what to touch, how much pressure, and the way it all needed to be applied—he was nailing my G-spot, and I was heavy with so much tension that I knew I was going to combust right now on this bed.
Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through me harder than the last.
I hadn’t felt this in too fucking long. Jesus Christ.
I thrust myself hard against his hand. I needed more. Harder and deeper against the exact spot that was making my body unravel.
“Fuck,” I twisted my head to the side, reduced to nothing but sensation beneath him. “I can’t believe it’s been five years,” I accidentally said out loud.
Titus’s hand was instantly out of me, and he was off the bed.
Did I just kill the moment? “Where are you going?”
“Condoms,” he growled. He was back in the room, moving with an urgency that sent heat racing through me. “It’s been five years since you’ve had an orgasm, preciosa?” he said, tearing a condom wrapper open.
His eyes were molten, his expression unreadable, and the look on his face told me I’d just changed the entire night.
“Christ. Is that why your body keeps clenching around me?”
“Yes,” I answered, not knowing what the hell this man felt.
Or what he was planning.
He rolled the condom on and moved over the top of me. “If that’s the case, I’m going to feel you come for the first time, and I will bring you to that orgasm without even touching your clit.” He licked his lips. “Turn around, preciosa.”
I did, a little nervous and unsure, but something told me this would be everything.
“That’s it, mi amor,” he purred through his sultry Spanish accent. “Get on all fours and let me see your sexy ass, baby,” he said, his hand slowly brushing over it.
Any other man saying those words would’ve irritated the hell out of me. But it was the softness in his voice, the determination in his hands, and the gentle way he massaged his fingers over my legs before spreading them wider.
His lips were on the back of my neck, his hard body pressed against me. I moved my ass back toward him, needing him now.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
I felt his lips pressing through my hair as he kissed along my head, and that’s when I felt him moving inside me. I gasped as he pushed deeper, feeling him spread me open for the first time in too damn long.
I sucked in a breath of air when he moved in circles, his cock and every thrust finding the places that made me shake.
“Oh God,” I nearly shouted in ecstasy.
“Así, carino,” he whispered.
I braced myself for him to take me deeper, but instead, he rocked back, pulling me up behind him. His hands were covering my breasts while he pumped himself hard against the only thing that would truly have me exploding all over him if he kept nailing that spot like this.
Every movement from him woke parts of me I thought had gone numb years ago.
I reached my hands behind me, gripping his hair. He continued thrusting into my spot while he kissed the inside of my arm.
I couldn’t speak. This energy building inside me was beyond any feelings I’d ever experienced with a man before.
“Give me that beautiful fucking release,” he whispered. “I want the first orgasm this body has had in five years.”
God, the tension inside me kept winding tighter and tighter until I could barely breathe through it. I couldn’t let go. I was terrified of the release and addicted to the climb toward it. Sexually… it was euphoric.
This didn’t feel like sex anymore. It was becoming far more dangerous than sex. Everything in the world except this man disappeared.
“Let it go. You’re holding back,” he said.
“I can’t,” I whined.
“Fuck, Catalina,” he answered breathlessly.
My body was completely losing control against his. I was coming undone, still unable to come. And I didn’t want to. This high was something I had never experienced before and didn’t want to end.
Something told me this man wasn’t going to stop until he shattered every last ounce of restraint left inside me. Until he did, I was relishing every thrust that sparked more and more euphoric sensations.
We were definitely doing this all night.