My head throbs, and I stop my forward motion for a moment.
"Why are you off that couch, little lady?"
I hide my wince at the spinning room and throw a hand out to catch myself against the door. "Don't call me lady."
Right. Yeah." Titus frowns at me, glaring at the bump on my head. "I shoulda broken that guy's arm before I left," he mutters.
"Titus, no. I don't want violence enacted on my behalf. I appreciate your help, but please. No more."
The room tilts and I'm suddenly in his arms. "I think I told you to stay resting." The deep rumble of his voice enters my chest and heats me from the inside out.
"I don't like staying in one place for too long."
He carries me to the bedroom. His beard tickles my cheek.
"Besides, I'm hungry. Let's go get some lunch, Titus. I'll buy."
"You need to stay put." He lowers me gently to the bed. "I'll get lunch."
"Titus-"
"Hush or I'll tie you to that bed again."
"That would sound hotter if you weren't so cranky. Last time was a supreme disappointment, I'll have you know. I thought something fun was going to happen."
Titus' head snaps up, his gray eyes lock with mine.
Oops. I probably shouldn't reveal how turned on I was this morning. But seriously. The guy tied me to the bed with his belt. I don't know how kinky he is, but I sure as hell thought something more was going to happen than him setting me free when he returned with breakfast.
He growls, stalking back to the edge of the bed. "Now you're just begging for trouble."
Excitement zings through me at the gruff growl of his voice. My lady parts perk up. Is it wrong to want to have sex with him even when I know he's not into getting involved with me?
Maybe.
I could end up with a broken heart, here. But only if I put my heart in play. And I don't have to. I can just look at this as a chance to indulge in a little pleasure. Something I haven't had enough of, frankly.
Especially from a man who gives it the way I like it-wild and rough.
Titus grabs my hips and drags me down on the bed. He rolls my hips to the side and slaps my ass. "A supreme disappointment, huh?"
I smile up at him, heart picking up speed. "Supreme."
He glowers at me but I notice his cock's at full mast, bulging in his worn jeans. "You're just hours out of the hospital, with a busted arm and a bruise the size of my fist on your head. Did you really think you were up for sex with me? I would break you in two, little girl."
I let out a chuff, because it's true. I'm still sore from the pounding he gave me before the accident. In many places. But I don't back down. "I'm not hurt below the waist." I reach between my legs and run my middle finger over the crotch of my yoga pants, stopping at my clit and rubbing.
He stiffens, eyes locked on my movements. "Babydoll, you're asking for way more trouble than you can handle."
"So you keep saying."
He lunges.
Rips down my yoga pants and pushes my two knees to one side. "You don't know when to let up, do you?" He slaps my ass four times, hard.
I yelp and squeal, attempting to wriggle, but he has me pinned. My body floods with endorphins-the pain of the spanks instantly morphing to pleasure. Heat building in my pelvis.
His breath is ragged, movements jerky. He slaps me twice more, then peels my knees open.
I moan an invitation.
He slides his hands under my buttocks and cups my smarting cheeks, squeezes and kneads them as he lowers his head between my legs.
For one tortuous moment, he just inhales, like he enjoys the scent of my musk. Then he licks into me.
I warble my approval-somewhere between a gasp and a cry. My pussy contracts, flames of desire burn brighter.
Titus' beard tickles my inner thighs, chafes my labia. His tongue is magnificent. Big and strong and hot like the rest of him. And he knows how to use it. He teases and tortures me, circling my inner lips, flicking my clit. He stiffens his tongue and penetrates me with it, all the while using his nose to grind over my clit.
I writhe beneath him, coils of lust twisting tighter and tighter. Need winding up.
"I want you in me," I tell him. I'm past the point of pretending I don't know what I want in bed. Besides, I don't have it in me to reciprocate with oral today and I want him satisfied, too.
He growls. His eyes are bright blue. He rises up on his knees, peels off his shirt and unbuckles that belt again. Damn, it's sexy.
I sit up to help, but he flattens me on the bed with a hot kiss. "You gotta tell me if it hurts," he breathes against my lips. "I'm not good at gentle."
I lift my hips to meet his cock, run it through the tunnel of inner thighs and wet pussy. His erection grows even longer. "I'll use the stoplights." I nip his lower lip. When he backs away and frowns, I laugh. "Green means go. Yellow is caution. Red is stop. It's a BDSM thing."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he mutters, but I'm beyond caring because he's dragging the head of his cock through my juices.
"Green, green, green," I chatter, undulating my hips to rub back.
He barks a curse and spears me with a single thrust.
I cry out when my head hits the headboard.
"Fuck." He pulls out.
"No, no, no, no. Don't stop, Titus. Please. I need this. It will help me heal."