Page 133 of Titus

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.