street lights.”
Yeah, and I’d probably still be
safer out there than in here.
“Then I’ll go on a drive.” My
sweaty palm slides down the railing as I take my first step. It’s a step in the
right direction: away from Titan.
Away from
temptation.
Lead
me not into temptation , I say a silent prayer.
His hands hook his hips and he
leans back, drinking me in from where he stands. I’m sure he’s amused, and even
if I don’t look it, I’m impressed with the amount of self-control he has.
Five years without sex had to
have left him horny as hell, and I’m standing here, ripe for the picking.
I pull in a deep breath and take
another step before remembering my keys, phone, and purse are back in my room.
I’ll have to walk by him again.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
I don’t answer. Instead, I climb
back up the stairs and trek back to my room, eyes averted.
“This is adorable,” he laughs,
standing in my doorway as I ransack my room for my things. I’m never this
disorganized, but I can’t hardly think straight when I
feel the weight of his dirty gaze on my curves. “You’re trying so hard to get
out of here. All along I thought you didn’t trust me. Shit, Jordana. You don’t
trust yourself.”
I say nothing, swiping my keys
from under a pillow on the floor. My eyes scan around the room, until I see my
phone resting on top of my vanity.
“You’re afraid of fucking me,” he
says. “You’re afraid you’ll like fucking me.”
Refusing to reply, I grab my
purse and shove everything inside.
“There’s only one
way to find out if you’ll like it or not,” he says.
My sex throbs, aching to be
filled and pounded until it hurts in the best of ways. My body is floating,
disconnected from logic and reality. The thought of being weighed down by a
muscled, tatted felon ignites a burn so fierce I can’t ignore it any longer.
Running my tongue across my lips,
I drop my purse. “You want me, Titan?”
His eyebrows lift, and he comes
toward me: a silent yes of sorts.
I drag a clean breath across my
lips and reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. My fingers
glide around to my back, unsnapping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
His blue eyes are wide as saucers
as he reaches his hand behind him to slam my bedroom door.
This is happening.
Oh, God.
This is really happening.
I can’t breathe. I can’t feel my
face. My body’s on fire, the heat radiating from my
core and spreading through my veins.
I work the buttons of my jeans
and slide them off. I expected him to pounce on me, take the reins, but he’s
standing there, admiring the little strip show I’m inadvertently performing.
He’s appreciating this moment,
and he should. He’s waited years for this.
“Are you going to just stand there?”
I ask, eyeing his towel with the noticeable bulge growing behind it.
With one fluid swing of his arm,
he yanks it off and lets it fall.
He’s huge.
And hard.
For me…
Stepping toward me, his brawny
hands hook my hips before sliding down my ass. He squeezes a handful of my
flesh until it almost hurts, and then he pulls me against him. Nothing is
separating us besides my lace panties, and I blush when I realize how soaked
they are.
I’m gulping air and still finding
it hard to breathe. I’m drowning in the deliciousness of the danger ahead.
Titan is a hardened criminal.
Being with him is risky. Wrong.
But my body is steering the ship
now. The rest of me has been cast ashore.
His fingertips trail up the small
of my back, leaving a path of goose bumps as he curves his hands just under my
arms. The side of his thumbs graze my bare breasts,
causing me to gasp as my nipples ache and harden.
Titan’s cock is a full attention,
pressed against the fabric of my wet panties, and his hand lifts to my face,
tilting my chin up until our lips are centimeters apart.
“You sure you want this?” he
asks.
I lick my lips and nod, barely
capable of offering a solid yes
Yeah, and I’d probably still be
safer out there than in here.
“Then I’ll go on a drive.” My
sweaty palm slides down the railing as I take my first step. It’s a step in the
right direction: away from Titan.
Away from
temptation.
Lead
me not into temptation , I say a silent prayer.
His hands hook his hips and he
leans back, drinking me in from where he stands. I’m sure he’s amused, and even
if I don’t look it, I’m impressed with the amount of self-control he has.
Five years without sex had to
have left him horny as hell, and I’m standing here, ripe for the picking.
I pull in a deep breath and take
another step before remembering my keys, phone, and purse are back in my room.
I’ll have to walk by him again.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
I don’t answer. Instead, I climb
back up the stairs and trek back to my room, eyes averted.
“This is adorable,” he laughs,
standing in my doorway as I ransack my room for my things. I’m never this
disorganized, but I can’t hardly think straight when I
feel the weight of his dirty gaze on my curves. “You’re trying so hard to get
out of here. All along I thought you didn’t trust me. Shit, Jordana. You don’t
trust yourself.”
I say nothing, swiping my keys
from under a pillow on the floor. My eyes scan around the room, until I see my
phone resting on top of my vanity.
“You’re afraid of fucking me,” he
says. “You’re afraid you’ll like fucking me.”
Refusing to reply, I grab my
purse and shove everything inside.
“There’s only one
way to find out if you’ll like it or not,” he says.
My sex throbs, aching to be
filled and pounded until it hurts in the best of ways. My body is floating,
disconnected from logic and reality. The thought of being weighed down by a
muscled, tatted felon ignites a burn so fierce I can’t ignore it any longer.
Running my tongue across my lips,
I drop my purse. “You want me, Titan?”
His eyebrows lift, and he comes
toward me: a silent yes of sorts.
I drag a clean breath across my
lips and reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. My fingers
glide around to my back, unsnapping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
His blue eyes are wide as saucers
as he reaches his hand behind him to slam my bedroom door.
This is happening.
Oh, God.
This is really happening.
I can’t breathe. I can’t feel my
face. My body’s on fire, the heat radiating from my
core and spreading through my veins.
I work the buttons of my jeans
and slide them off. I expected him to pounce on me, take the reins, but he’s
standing there, admiring the little strip show I’m inadvertently performing.
He’s appreciating this moment,
and he should. He’s waited years for this.
“Are you going to just stand there?”
I ask, eyeing his towel with the noticeable bulge growing behind it.
With one fluid swing of his arm,
he yanks it off and lets it fall.
He’s huge.
And hard.
For me…
Stepping toward me, his brawny
hands hook my hips before sliding down my ass. He squeezes a handful of my
flesh until it almost hurts, and then he pulls me against him. Nothing is
separating us besides my lace panties, and I blush when I realize how soaked
they are.
I’m gulping air and still finding
it hard to breathe. I’m drowning in the deliciousness of the danger ahead.
Titan is a hardened criminal.
Being with him is risky. Wrong.
But my body is steering the ship
now. The rest of me has been cast ashore.
His fingertips trail up the small
of my back, leaving a path of goose bumps as he curves his hands just under my
arms. The side of his thumbs graze my bare breasts,
causing me to gasp as my nipples ache and harden.
Titan’s cock is a full attention,
pressed against the fabric of my wet panties, and his hand lifts to my face,
tilting my chin up until our lips are centimeters apart.
“You sure you want this?” he
asks.
I lick my lips and nod, barely
capable of offering a solid yes
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