Page 41 of Follow Me Down

Chapter Ten

Titus

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Idon’t know what thefuck I’m doing. My mind is screaming for me to stop, to let her go. But my body has no intention of doing so. I tug her closer, kiss her deeper, grind my arousal against her abdomen to make sure she knows exactly what it is that she’s doing to me.

I may have been able to resist the temptation earlier today but having her pressed against me on that bike obliterated my already waning will power.

I know this is a bad idea.

I know that she deserves so much better than me.

But fuck it. Now that I’ve tasted her, felt her whimper against my lips, felt her tremble beneath my touch, there’s no going back.

She’s mine now, whether she realizes it or not.

Tangling one hand in her messy ponytail, I wrap the other around her back. I slowly maneuver her toward the corner of the workshop, my lips never leaving hers.

“Titus.” My name sounds like fucking velvet on her lips as I grab her hips and hoist her onto the workbench attached to the back wall, putting her eye level with me.

I trail my tongue along her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. My fingers find the hem of her tank top, and tug upward. She pulls back just enough to let me slide the material over her head before her mouth finds mine again.

I feel crazed. Unhinged. Completely fucking desperate. She’s all I can see. All I can taste. All I can feel. And fuck, do I want tofeelso much more of her.

This is the thought that fuels me. The thought that drives me. The thought that consumes me.

I need more...

My fingers skim the band of her jersey shorts and her breath hitches against my mouth. My cock throbs in my pants, pressing painfully against the restrictive material of my jeans.

“Do it.” There is a slight shake to her voice, as her lips move against mine. “Take them off.”

I damn near come undone right here on the spot.

I’ve had my fair share of women. Some in this very location. But never one that I wanted the way I do Fallon. There’s something so pure about her. An innocence that I want to consume.

Fallon presses up, using her hands to support her weight in order to give me enough room to rid her of her shorts with one quick tug.

I can’t stop myself from leaning back to get a glimpse of her body. It’s funny, how hard I fought earlier to keep my eyes off her and now all I want to do is look at her.

She’s beautiful.

Fuck is she beautiful.

She reaches for me, hands diving into my hair, fingers threading through the strands as she pulls me back to her. She kisses me softly, angling her face from one side to the other as she trails her lips across every single inch of mine.

I already knew I was a dead man. The moment I felt the softness of her lips I knew there was no turning back. But when she reaches between us and grasps my erection through my jeans, she seals her fate.

And as she starts to move her hand up and down, rubbing my crotch, I swear I almost come undone like a pubescent teenage boy who’s being touched by a girl for the very first time.

All I want to do is touch her too.

I hesitantly place my hand on her thigh and ease it upward. Her entire body goes stiff when my finger grazes the material of her lace panties.

I pull back, meeting her eyes.

“Touch me.” She’s almost pleading and I am all too happy to oblige.

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