Page 404 of His Hungry Wolf

“You are, aren’t you?”

“I think you would know if I were drunk.”

“How’s that?”

“I would probably be climbing on top of you and kissing you by now.”

Titus didn’t reply.

“I might be a little drunk,” I realized.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a chuckle.

“But, what if I did it?”

“Did what?”

“Climbed on top of you and started kissing you.”

Titus laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“Don’t think I would do it?”

“Don’t make promises your lips can’t keep,” he teased.

“You would freak out, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t!”

“Oh no, a guy just kissed me. What do I do? Am I gay?”

“You know I wouldn’t say that.”

“I can’t believe my lips touched another man’s. I’m going to have to wash my mouth out with soap.”

And that was when he took my cheek in his large hand, peeled me off of him, and touched his lips to mine. I didn’t see it coming. By the time I knew what was happening, he was starting to pull away. I didn’t want it to stop. Did he?

I opened my eyes to see his gorgeous face pulling away from mine. He looked as surprised as I was.

“I’m sorry,” he said regretting it immediately.

I could have let him go. I could have done nothing as he backed off. But feeling a rush I had never felt in my life, I sat up, climbed on top of him, and kissed him hard.

It didn’t take long for him to react. Pushing his thick fingers into my hair, he gripped and tugged. It wasn’t enough to pull me away. It was to let me know he was there. I loved it.

Pressing my lips against his, he opened my mouth. I couldn’t believe it was Titus doing this to me, but it was. He took control of me like he knew what he was doing. And when my lips were apart, his tongue entered me. It was everything I thought it would be and more.

Finding my tongue with the tip of his, we danced. Twirling and tugging at each other’s, my mind swirled. So when he released me signaling it was coming to an end, my lips left his wanting more.

Pulling away, I stared into his eyes. I wanted to ask him why he had stopped. I wanted to tell him that I could keep doing that with him forever. I didn’t. Instead, I returned to his chest, wrapped my arm back around him, and lost myself in the memory.

I desperately wanted to know if he had regretted it. I was terrified to ask him, though. What if he did? What if he never wanted to do it again? What if he could no longer look at me? I avoided looking up afraid that he couldn’t.

“I think you wanna see this,” Titus said squeezing my shoulder.

Holding my breath, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He directed my gaze in front of us. The sun was setting behind the mountains in the distance. It was beautiful. I loved lying there staring at it with him. And before I realized it, I had started to cry.

“What’s the matter?” Titus asked seeing it.