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His eyes searched mine like he was making absolutely certain I’d said those words, as if to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

His hand came up, and his knuckles brushed along my cheek, down to my jaw, and through my hair. The touch was almost reverent.

“I don’t think you understand how many times I imagined this,” he said.

He bent to kiss me, and when he did, he kissed me like a man making up for lost time. First, my forehead, then my cheeks, then my temple, and then he gently captured my mouth.

I let out a soft sigh as he gently pulled the straps of my top over each shoulder, sliding them down my arms. His lips and tongue trailed along one collarbone. Goosebumps instantly covered me, and a spark of warmth ignited everything inside me.

He brought my shirt up and over my head, his lips capturing mine as he tossed the shirt aside. I opened my mouth to meet his urgent kiss as my head fell back into his large hands.

Energy surged through me when he moaned into our kiss, removing my bra and bringing my breast to his mouth. He gently guided me backward and onto his bed as he pulled off his coat and tossed it aside, then immediately began unbuttoning his shirt.

His eyes never left mine as I worked to unfasten my jeans, and we quickly removed the barrier of clothing that prevented the one part of this reunion we had both been longing for.

I sucked in a breath, seeing a glistening drop of arousal at his tip. His eyes roamed over my body when he moved his hand over himself, in a slow, deliberate motion.

Without my mind telling my hand what to do, my legs fell open, and I reached for my clit. I looked up at Titus, his eyes intently focused on my entrance while he continued to drag his hand down his length, spreading the moisture.

“Slide your fingers inside of yourself,” he ordered.

I did, and my head dropped back as I remembered him stretching me open and wishing it were him inside me. The memory sent a tight coil of energy through me, sparking sensations that made me ache for more.

“That’s it, cariño. A little deeper,” his ragged voice commanded.

“I need you inside me,” I heaved out a breath, becoming frustrated with waiting.

“I know,” he said. “I need to see you wanting me first.”

The look in his eyes wasn’t arrogance. It was something far more vulnerable. It was as if he needed to know I still wanted him, or as if he needed proof that none of this had changed us.

That’s when my fingers reached my most pleasurable spot inside, and I sucked in a tight breath in response.

“Fuck you are so beautiful,” I heard Titus say.

My heels dug into the bed, while I thrust my hips up, rolling my fingers over the spot. A sudden warmth spread through me, my hand becoming drenched in my desire for Titus to take its place, thrusting into me.

I slowed my movements, needing to see him. His eyes were molten gold, his hand slowly massaging pleasure into himself, and I was going to come apart from the inside out with desire to have his sexy cock inside of me.

“I need you,” I begged.

My legs fell open, and I thrust myself up into his abdomen when he was on the bed, covering me with his body.

Instead of entering me, his lips moved up the center of my abdomen, over to each of my breasts, then along my neck.

Impatient, I reached for him, his lips freezing at my throat when my grip tightened around his slick length.

“Fuck.” He breathed out.

Shit. It was obvious that he was fighting to hold back, and it was sexy as hell.

“It’s been too long,” he panted out. “I don’t…”

His eyes closed, and he was steadying himself to not move and restrain everything threatening to explode out of his control.

That’s when I took control of the powerful man and allowed him the release he needed.

I maneuvered myself to ease him onto his back. I instantly took him in my mouth, moving my lips tightly around him, pulling and sucking him as deeply as I could.