Chapter 60 #2
It was elegant, masculine, and powerful, and it was easy to see that it was Titus’s refuge. I completely understood why this would be the place he would want to come home to after being in custody.
I turned back toward him, the sunset now painting the room gold. Titus hadn’t moved; he simply stood there, watching me, not the ocean or looking around his room for the first time in weeks.
“What’s going through that brilliant mind of yours?” I asked.
A quiet laugh escaped him. “Nothing.”
His eyes moved over my face.
“You’ve been mostly quiet tonight,” I said, “and staring at me like that since dinner.”
“Can you blame me?” Something tightened in my chest as the smile faded from his face. “I wasn’t sure when I’d see you again.”
The confession hit harder than I expected because this wasn’t the bold man I knew and had come to love. He was softer and warmer, and I could feel the love this man held for me radiating off him.
I stepped closer to him, and his hands immediately found my waist. “I never stopped believing you’d come home.”
His eyes closed as if hearing those words meant more than he wanted to admit. When they opened again, something in them looked different, relief washing over his expression.
“I am deeply in love with you,” he said. “I know that might sound foolish, given how much time we’ve had together.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I feel the same way,” I answered. “In fact, it felt like it came out of nowhere once I decided to stop fighting it.”
His hand gently traced a trail of goosebumps down my arm. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he admitted. “Knowing you feel the same way brings me more happiness than I can put into words.”
“Then you’re going to have to show me,” I said.
His eyes searched mine like he was making absolutely certain I’d said those words, as if to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
His hand came up, and his knuckles brushed along my cheek, down to my jaw, and through my hair. The touch was almost reverent.
“I don’t think you understand how many times I imagined this,” he said.
He bent to kiss me, and when he did, he kissed me like a man making up for lost time. First, my forehead, then my cheeks, then my temple, and then he gently captured my mouth.
I let out a soft sigh as he gently pulled the straps of my top over each shoulder, sliding them down my arms. His lips and tongue trailed along one collarbone. Goosebumps instantly covered me, and a spark of warmth ignited everything inside me.
He brought my shirt up and over my head, his lips capturing mine as he tossed the shirt aside. I opened my mouth to meet his urgent kiss as my head fell back into his large hands.
Energy surged through me when he moaned into our kiss, removing my bra and bringing my breast to his mouth. He gently guided me backward and onto his bed as he pulled off his coat and tossed it aside, then immediately began unbuttoning his shirt.
His eyes never left mine as I worked to unfasten my jeans, and we quickly removed the barrier of clothing that prevented the one part of this reunion we had both been longing for.
I sucked in a breath, seeing a glistening drop of arousal at his tip. His eyes roamed over my body when he moved his hand over himself, in a slow, deliberate motion.
Without my mind telling my hand what to do, my legs fell open, and I reached for my clit. I looked up at Titus, his eyes intently focused on my entrance while he continued to drag his hand down his length, spreading the moisture.
“Slide your fingers inside of yourself,” he ordered.
I did, and my head dropped back as I remembered him stretching me open and wishing it were him inside me. The memory sent a tight coil of energy through me, sparking sensations that made me ache for more.
“That’s it, carino. A little deeper,” his ragged voice commanded.
“I need you inside me,” I heaved out a breath, becoming frustrated with waiting.
“I know,” he said. “I need to see you wanting me first.”
The look in his eyes wasn’t arrogance. It was something far more vulnerable. It was as if he needed to know I still wanted him, or as if he needed proof that none of this had changed us.
That’s when my fingers reached my most pleasurable spot inside, and I sucked in a tight breath in response.
“Fuck you are so beautiful,” I heard Titus say.
My heels dug into the bed, while I thrust my hips up, rolling my fingers over the spot. A sudden warmth spread through me, my hand becoming drenched in my desire for Titus to take its place, thrusting into me.
I slowed my movements, needing to see him. His eyes were molten gold, his hand slowly massaging pleasure into himself, and I was going to come apart from the inside out with desire to have his sexy cock inside of me.
“I need you,” I begged.
My legs fell open, and I thrust myself up into his abdomen when he was on the bed, covering me with his body.
Instead of entering me, his lips moved up the center of my abdomen, over to each of my breasts, then along my neck.
Impatient, I reached for him, his lips freezing at my throat when my grip tightened around his slick length.
“Fuck.” He breathed out.
Shit. It was obvious that he was fighting to hold back, and it was sexy as hell.
“It’s been too long,” he panted out. “I don’t…”
His eyes closed, and he was steadying himself to not move and restrain everything threatening to explode out of his control.
That’s when I took control of the powerful man and allowed him the release he needed.
I maneuvered myself to ease him onto his back. I instantly took him in my mouth, moving my lips tightly around him, pulling and sucking him as deeply as I could.
Titus’s hands were firmly fisted in my hair, his ass coming off the bed as he pumped into me. His low groans were so fucking sexy, and I was so damn turned on that I could’ve come without even touching myself.
Titus shifted a leg between my center, moving it in a way that massaged my clit to the same rhythm I was using to bring him pleasure.
“Not like this,” he panted, squeezing his base right after it spasmed in my mouth.
I gently released him from my mouth, my tongue circling his tip before I looked back into his eyes.
“I’ve waited two weeks for this. I’m not cumming in your mouth first. That’s for later, mi amor,” he said, positioning me beneath him.
His lips captured mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue aggressively moving against mine until I had to pull away and take a breath.
The pulsing sensations coursing through my body, the release that was practically unfurling a moment ago, were building pressure that I was ready to explode.
Titus’s mouth blazed a trail of burning fire down my side, and the next thing I knew, warmth covered my entrance as I felt his tongue buried inside of me.
I gripped the back of his head, steadying myself while absorbing the throbbing energy of ecstasy, feeling my orgasm at a breaking point each time he moaned into me.
I continued whimpering through small spasms of pleasure in response to him bringing my clit between his lips. His tongue pushed against the sizzling flesh while I watched him savor each taste of me that he lost himself in.
“Fuck me now, Titus Hawk,” I demanded.
His eyes were back on mine, then he sat back on his heels, spreading my legs apart, staring at me as if he were a starved man.
“Qué hermosa eres…” he said, and then he climbed over me.
My hands ran up his back as I felt his tip at my entrance. His eyes never left mine as he pushed into me, spreading me to what I knew was near my limit.
His eyes closed as he groaned with desire, while he gently moved in and out of me.
I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling my legs up and offering him as much of me as I could take.
The feeling rose without warning, overtaking me completely.
I trembled beneath it, my breath catching as warmth and emotion ripped through me.
My fingernails dug into Titus’s back as he drove harder into me, his entire body tightening before he called out, thrust one final deep motion into me, and froze.
“Fuck.” He growled.
I trembled against his pleasure as his forehead fell against mine. He moved himself deeper one more time before I felt his muscles instantly relax.
I ran my fingers through his hair tenderly while crossing my legs behind him as he remained inside me.
“I could go to sleep like this,” he said, his voice amused but soft, recovering from his intense release.
“Me too,” I answered him with a lazy smile.
His eyes met mine again. “You are my one true love, Catalina,” he said, his eyes filled with an emotion I’d never seen before. “I don’t plan to ever leave your side like that again.”
My heart melted. “Promise?”
His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek. “That is a promise, mi amor.”
He looked at me as if he were memorizing my face all over again. As if he’d somehow forgotten that happiness could feel like this.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Then don’t go anywhere.”
A soft laugh escaped him. “I don’t think I could if I tried.”
His mouth found mine in yet another slow kiss.
Outside, the last of the sunset disappeared below the horizon as I remained exactly where I’d wanted to be for the past two weeks.
In Titus Hawk’s arms.