Chapter Four
Sam was still enthralled with Titus. In this small dressing room, there was no way to escape what she felt for him.
“It’s not a defeat to know when you’re home, my love.” He tipped her chin up with one of his large hands.
“You don’t understand.” As desperate as she was for more of his touch, there was something inside her that clawed at her to escape. The closer she got to him, the more she needed him. And she couldn’t let herself need him. “I feel like you’ll eat me alive if I let you back in.”
One corner of his mouth tipped up. “Oh, my love. I will eat you alive, but you’ll love every minute.”
He leaned closer, and she was sure that he would kiss her, but he didn’t. He scented her, stared into her eyes. This lasted for seconds, but it felt like hours. Finally, she just wanted to rip off the band-aid, she lifted her face to his and pressed her lips against his.
When she made the move, he didn’t hesitate to put his whole self into their kiss. She was definitely afraid that being with him would eat her alive emotionally, but the way he consumed her physically had never been a problem. He’d been the only partner she could ever shut off her brain with. He savored her as though she was a five-course meal and the kiss was merely an amuse bouche.
She couldn’t help it—she softened in his arms. As soon as that happened, it was game on. He backed her up against the wall of the dressing room and pressed his body flush against hers. No escape from the sensual assault of his mouth and the firm grip of his hands on her hips. He was already hard and pressed his erection against her belly. She strained to get closer.
He groaned as she coiled her arms around his neck, but he didn’t stop kissing her. She felt just as urgent as he did that if they stopped and thought about what they were doing, they might stop for good. In this moment, she didn’t want that. Although she knew this was a terrible idea, she would not put an end to it. If he was right and they had to appear to be lovers, they might as well actually enjoy it.
When was the last time she’d enjoyed anything?
It was probably with Titus. All of her best moments were with him. And she’d been fooling herself into believing that squirreling away her memories of him would be enough. But her heart had broken just as surely as it would have broken staying with him. And tonight, when he told her that there hadn’t been anyone else, she’d realized that she hadn’t even succeeded in saving his heart. It was probably worse. Right now, in his arms, she felt all the searing pain that she’d been suppressing for almost a year.
Even when he lifted his mouth to kiss the skin at her neck, over her clavicles, and between her breasts, leaving a trail of unrelenting fire in the wake of his lips, she didn’t tell him to stop or take a pause. She was powerless in the face of their shared lust. The dress she’d chosen to wear to the club slipped off of her body and into a puddle on the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she wanted to feel Titus’ skin against hers. So, she pulled up the bottom of his lush cashmere sweater. Without words he cooperated by raising his arms as she pulled the sweater off. When he touched her again, it felt as though the whole city sighed in relief.
He kissed her on the mouth again, for long moments before pulling back. She clutched his shoulders with her hands and sighed against his lips when her nipples brushed his suit jacket. He held her jaw and said, “Just as delicious as I remembered.”
“You always had the words.” He’d never failed to make her feel desired and loved for a single day in their relationship. For a single moment.
He smiled wryly at her again. “I also had the actions. Since you seem to have forgotten…” He dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her through her panties as his hands curled into the sides of the underwear.
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