I didn’t know where he learned to do all that and I didn’t want to explore that thought. All I could do was grip the headboard with all my might and try to contain the pleasure coursing through my veins. My arms began to shake and I just hoped I didn’t smother him before all my muscles gave out. I did that thigh machine at the gym regularly, the one where you sit on it with your legs splayed out and squeezed your inner thighs to move the weight, all the while winking at the hot guys and making them drop a weight on their toes. But I’d never done it with a live man between my legs with a god-like tongue reducing me to putty. My muscles weren’t up for this kind of challenge.
If confessing my feelings was my goal for this evening, Titus had stumbled onto a surefire way of getting me to do it. Sexual pleasure was the ultimate cork popper to my mouth. Give me an orgasm and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.
He soon found a rhythm that ratcheted up the pleasure to the tipping point of pain. All thought left my brain and I was just a bundle of nerve endings waiting for him to set me off. His tongue flickering over my clit, followed by the rough scrape of beard, then back to the clit. Over and over again, just building and building until something broke loose and pleasure shot straight from between my legs out through the top of my skull. I cried out and nearly face planted on the edge of the wood headboard. My arms had lost all ability to function. Everything shook and clenched and tried to contain the waves that assaulted my whole body.
Titus slowed his lapping, but didn’t push me off. Peeling one hand off the headboard, I got a good grip on his hair and tugged with all I had left in me.
“I-I’m tapping out,” I sputtered, surprised I could still speak.
He gave me a final closed-mouth kiss and rolled us over, releasing his hold on my backside to pull me in for the snuggles I was starting to enjoy almost as much as the main event. My brain was still fuzzy, not quite firing on all cylinders yet. All I knew was I felt damn good with Titus. Cared for. Seen. Respected. Loved. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face even if I was offered millions of dollars to try.
Titus jostled me as he grabbed his shirt off the bed and swiped it across his face before tossing it to the ground. He pulled me close, my back now nestled up to an oven.
“That’s all I had to do to get you to shut up, huh?” I teased him when I could speak.
He drilled a finger into that spot high on my hip he knew was the most ticklish. I flinched and giggled, but still he didn’t let go of me, his long body creating a cozy cocoon around me.
“Stay with me tonight?” I whispered.
Titus, with his face buried in my hair, took a deep breath in. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let me take a shower real quick and then we can eat the dinner I brought with me. Then maybe I’ll eat you again for dessert.”
“Okay, you win.”
Titus sat up on an elbow and peered down at me. “What’d I win?”
I turned over to face him. “World’s best boyfriend award. Duh.”
He smirked. “Yeah, you liked shutting me up, didn’t you?”
I lost the grin and shook my head. “No. You brought me food.”
Titus huffed out a breath. “You may think it’s the food, but it’s the orgasms. I know you, woman.” Then he spanked me on the ass—none too gently, I might add—and rolled out of bed, stripping off his jeans as he walked to the shower.
“I take that award back!” I shouted after him.
Secretly, though? I kinda liked the spanking.
He was definitely BBE: best boyfriend ever.
Big Foot woke me up the next morning, meowing to be let out. Moving ever so slowly, I untangled from Titus’s long appendages and creeped out of the bed to open my door. The damn cat didn’t even give me a parting thank-you look, just lifted his nose in the air and marched out like my whole existence was to do his bidding instead of enjoying waking up in my boyfriend’s arms. Freaking cats.
I crawled back under the covers and Titus stirred, instantly seeking me out and pulling me against his chest. I was all too happy to be snuggled there while thoughts raced through my head. My brain was having a hard time coming to terms with what my heart already knew. I was in love with Titus.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why. I’d always loved Titus as my best friend and that love had only grown and expanded when we started dating. It just took a bad-boy asshole treating me horribly—and some real talk from my Hell Raisers—for me to see what was right in front of my face this whole time. I snuggled in deeper and simply breathed him in, watching the way his chest would rise and fall with each breath while he slept. He was so hot, even without a single tattoo marring his virgin skin. Who would have thought I’d end up falling in love with the good guy?
A snort escaped before I
