Page 57 of Witch Please

Chapter 17

Danica chased the kiss, even before Titus leaned.

She saw the decision in his eyes and moved to meet him. Their lips met and clung; his were impossibly lush. Before him, she’d never made out with anyone who had a beard, and she was starting to like the opposing stimuli of soft mouth and the abrasion on her cheeks. Their tongues tasted and teased, and then he pulled his mouth away to kiss down her throat, mark her on the curve of her shoulder.

Yes, right there.

He grazed with his teeth, just strong enough, and her nipples puckered. Without hesitation, she pulled his big palm to her breast. The other, he wrapped around her hips, dragging her entire body against him. It was a clumsy move, not a practiced one, somehow sexier for all that because it felt like he wanted every part of her so much that he couldn’t choose. He tried to pull away a few times and kept falling back into the kiss.

Finally, he hauled himself back and stumbled to the door, locking it for peace of mind, she assumed. And then he was back, pressing her down on the bed with greedy hands that stroked every inch of her. Danica couldn’t get her breath as her excitement rose. Titus slid his hands under her dress, massaging her thighs as they kissed, but he seemed determined to tease.

“Should I get naked?” she gasped against his mouth.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, please.”

He released her long enough for them to scramble out of their clothes, and when they came together again, it was all glorious skin on skin. She shivered at how good he felt, howright—but she shouldn’t think that way.Just live in the moment. This is what you have with him; make the most of it.Danica pulled him on top of her, running her hands down the firm plane of his back.

Titus groaned, and she felt the throb of his cock where it rubbed against her. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

Deliberately she shifted, working her pussy against him in slow, indulgent strokes. “Is there some reason we have to delay?”

“I wanted to kiss you all over.”

If he did that, if he took his time and cherished her, how would she ever let him go? Freaking out a little over the idea, she wrapped her thighs around his hips. “Next time. I really want you, and I can’t wait.”

“Jesus, Danica.”

A heavy flush colored his cheeks, and his eyes went lambent as he tilted her hips with one hand and stroked her pussy with the other. Then Titus licked his lips, and she couldn’t have looked away from him if her life depended on it. With slow, inexorable demand, he pushed inside her, thumbing her labia apart, utterly absorbed in watching her take him. Danica couldn’t stop gazing up at his face, drinking in every minute shift of his expression. The way he gasped a little when he seated fully, how he bit his lip when he began to move. And goddess, it felt good. Those sinful, smooth strokes, working her deep inside, even as he continued to caress her. Soft touches along her sides, kisses pressed into her neck as he gathered her close.

She moaned when he lifted her hips, cupping her bottom and kneading as he thrust deep and slow, rolling her against him. Danica responded helplessly, arching and tightening on him with the start of a powerful orgasm. Titus stole her breath with a ravenous kiss.

“That’s it. Come for me, love. You’re so beautiful like this. I can feel everything.”

The endearment should have shut her whole nervous system down, but instead, her whole body went rigid as she came, fingers digging into his back. Sparks flashed in her head, and the lights flickered.No, no, no. Not now.As her orgasm ebbed, she got her magic under control, and she held Titus as he shuddered, filling her with heat.

“I should have told you before,” he said breathlessly. “My test results, I have them. I’ll show you when I can move again.”

She laughed, running a gentle hand through his hair. “I believe you. And…me too. I went in this morning, and they emailed me this afternoon. We’ll swap phones in a bit.”

I should already be running.

Leanne had been catastrophically incorrect. No amount of sex would ever get Titus out of her system. He wasn’t a bad case of viral gastroenteritis. Closing her eyes in despair, she buried her face in his shoulder and breathed him in, possibly for the last time. No matter how much it hurt, she had to stop this soon. Or it might destroy her family.

To rub salt in the wound, Titus was a professional-caliber cuddler. He spooned her and nuzzled her hair, her cheek, the nape of her neck while caressing and soothing like he could never get enough of her skin. The man smelled amazing, somehow like cinnamon, sugar, and sex; she wanted to weep over the forbidden sweetness of it.

“I wish you could stay,” he whispered eventually, “but I have to leave ridiculously early tomorrow, and I suspect you don’t want me dropping you off at 3 a.m.”

That much was true. Moving slow underneath an avalanche of regret, Danica got dressed. As promised, they showed each other the emails proving that their impulsive trysts wouldn’t have unpleasant consequences, and then Titus pulled on a worn gray T-shirt and torn jeans. Casual and just fucked, the man was smoking hot.

Dammit.

“Ready,” she said.

Though she wasn’t, not really. Not by a long shot. The mood was quiet as he escorted her to his Nissan Leaf and opened the door, a proper gentleman until the end. Even if they’d just banged like bunnies, and it had been more of a booty call than a proper date. For a while, they drove in silence until Titus finally broke it.

“Are you okay?”

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