Page 52 of Follow Me Down

Chapter Thirteen

Fallon

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“I’m going to go takea shower,” I tell Titus as we head inside the cabin. It’s late, though I’m not really sure how late.

We stayed at the beach until the sun had fully set, then we stopped at a mom and pop restaurant on the way home for dinner.

The ride home was even more enjoyable than the ride there. There’s something so exhilarating about speeding down the road, the darkness encased around you as the cool night breeze seeps into your skin.

It was the perfect end to the perfect day, though by Titus’ next words, I’m guessing it’s not over yet.

“Think I’ll join you.” He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle.

“You aren’t sick of me yet?” I rest my hands on his forearms and cuddle into him.

“Not even a little. Why? Are you getting sick of me?” He pulls back, spinning me in his arms.

“Maybe a little,” I tease, giggling when he narrows his gaze at me.

“So you don’t want me to join you in the shower?” He gives me a knowing grin.

“Now I didn’t say that.” I wiggle out of his grasp and take off toward the bedroom, Titus fast on my heels.

I’ve just made it into the room when my feet leave the ground. Seconds later, I’m straddling Titus’ lap on the edge of the mattress.

He leans forward, kissing the middle of my chest where my shirt dips. At the same time, his hand slides up my back, his fingers dancing against my spine.

“Mmm.” I drop my head back when his lips move upward, his tongue darting out to slide across my exposed collar bone.

“Tell me what you want, Fallon.” His free hand pulls the front of my shirt lower so his lips have access to the swell of my breasts.

“You.” I arch my back when he pulls the material further, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my bikini top.

“Me?” He moves to the other side, repeating the process.

“You,” I moan when he presses upward, grinding his thick erection between my legs.

“I think that can be arranged,” he mutters against my chest before both of his hands disappear from my body. My shirt begins to lift, the thin material discarded somewhere behind us before he works the straps of my bikini loose.

“Titus,” I cry out when he sucks my nipple into his mouth on a deep pull the instant my bathing suit top is gone. He moves to the other, pulling it in just as hard, causing me to wither above him.

Before I’ve even registered his movements, he shifts, taking me with him. My back connects with the mattress seconds later. With Titus hovering over me, I can see the lust in his eyes, the desperation I know we both feel.

Like a light switch being flipped, chaos ensues.

The remainder of our clothes are torn away in reckless abandon, tossed across the room without a care for where they end up. It’s less than a minute from the time my back hit the bed to when Titus is sliding inside of me.

Like being brought to life, every inch of my body sings as he begins to move inside me. I wrap my legs around his back to give myself more leverage, lifting up to meet each thrust. He hits me so deep I feel him everywhere.

Only the closer I get physically, the deeper he seems to weave himself into me emotionally. It’s like a nagging, overwhelming feeling that starts in the pit of my stomach and works its way into my chest. Fear and uncertainty blends with something that feels an awful lot like love. Coupled with the pleasure coursing through every inch of my body, it’s almost too much to take. And yet it isn’t nearly enough at the same time.

When Titus falls apart above me, my name a whispered word on his lips, I already know it’s too late. There’s no fighting it. I can’t deny it anymore. I’m in love and there’s not one damn thing I can do to stop it.

The thought is quickly drowned out by the orgasm that rips through me, pulling a carnal cry from the back of my throat. My vision blurs and my entire body trembles. The pleasure is so intense I hold my breath for fear of saying something I won’t be able to take back.

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