“Oh, I definitely have some ideas,” he rumbles.
Then he’s taking my mouth in a kiss that’s brutal in its intensity with an edge of sweetness which has me melting into his body. I give myself over to him, kissing him back and exploring his mouth. Getting lost in him isn’t difficult.
It feels natural.
Right.
He groans against my lips, “I can’t remember the last time I just wanted to make out with a woman for hours, but every time I get a look at your lips, it’s all I want to do.”
“Just make out?” I try to tease him, but it comes out too breathy to sound anything other than a plea for more.
The way his hands tighten on my waist tells me his control is wavering. “You’re dangerous,” his voice is husky.
“I thought that was you,” I groan the words, his lips leaving my mouth to move over my jaw and down my neck.
“Oh, I’m dangerous,” his words slide along my skin and I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, “but never to you.”
A gasp falls from my lips, but then he’s there, his mouth against mine and swallowing down the sound. We get lost in kissing each other, our hands roaming, mapping out each other’s bodies. Not a single stitch of clothing is removed.
It doesn’t need to be.
But, fuck, I’m so turned on, I almost want to push and see how long he can hold out. The way Titus’ fingers flex on my hips, like he wants to pull me even closer to the edge, makes me feel reckless. My nails dig into his neck and I’m just about to beg himto strip me and fuck me until I’m boneless, but the timer for the oven goes off.
He steps away and reaches down to adjust himself. Do I watch? Yup! Every movement. When he lifts me down, he kisses my forehead before moving away.
After plating everything up, we sit down to eat at the island. He watches me closely as I take a bite. It’s creepy as fuck.
I reach up and cover his eyes with my hands, chewing quickly. “You can’t just stare at me like that while I’m eating,” I tell him when I finally can. “It creeps me out.”
“Sorry,” he chuckles the word, but I get the feeling he’s not sorry at all.
“It is delicious though,” I assure him.
The smile on his face is almost boyish, and it has my gut clenching because it’s so damn sweet. And those little glimpses don’t happen often.
We talk about nothing as we eat. It’s easy in a way I’m not used to experiencing with people. Jessi is an exception and always easy to talk to. And I can always find something to chat about with coworkers, but that’s a whole thing and there’s always a line of professionalism I’m very much aware of.
I can’t help but wonder where this man has been. The food is great. His home is really nice. He only teased me a little about my craft obsession, but it didn’t make me feel like I should be ashamed of my proclivities when it comes to all things crafty.
When we’re both done, I’m unable to ignore my curiosity any longer and blurt out, “How about that tour?”
Titus sighs and holds out his hand for me. When I slide mine into his, he helps me off the stool and then shows me everything on the first floor he told me about. The room he mentioned could be used for my crafting is perfect. I’m trying not to think about it too much.
He leads me upstairs and shows me the guest rooms and the bathroom they share before heading toward the primary bedroom. Titus seems to be getting more nervous with every step. It doesn’t make much sense.
“Why are you acting like I’m going to swing open the door to find a St. Andrew’s Cross as the focal point of the room before falling to the floor while clutching my pearls?” The question tumbles out of me because I just can’t help myself and he’s looking a little like he’s headed to the gallows.
“I promise you won’t find a St. Andrew’s Cross behind the door,” he assures me while grabbing the door handle. Then his eyes narrow and I just know he’s going to say some alpha shit. “How do you even know what that is?”
I scoff and shake my head. “I hope all you men around here don’t tease Opal about her reading choices and our mini, non-official book club.”
His eyes widen and I giggle. It’s true though. He has no idea.
“Maybe I should join,” he grumbles before taking a deep breath and opening the door. He makes a motion for me to go in first. “Take a look.”
I study his face, but I don’t find any answers there. The only thing I can do is walk into his room. The moment I do, I freeze. Titus presses his chest against my back.
He lowers his face until his lips are skimming my earlobe. “Now you can see why I was a little wary, Teach. What do you think? Are you going to run?” His voice drops, the rumble of it reverberating through my bones, “Will you make me chase you?”
