He laughs and scoops me up, carrying me back into the bedroom. Sets me down on the bed and heads to his dresser.
My stomach growls loudly.
Titan looks back at me, grin widening. “Someone’s hungry.”
“I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“Can’t have that.” He pulls on gray sweatpants. No boxers. The fabric hangs low on his hips and clings just enough that I can see everything.
I stare. Can’t help it.
“Eyes up here, baby,” he says, but he’s smirking.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what?”
“Going commando. Walking around with your dick on display.” I flick my finger at the thick ridge straining his sweatpants. “The old ladies downstairs are going to lose their minds.”
“I’m comfortable like this.” He steps between my knees, grabs my wrist, and drags my palm down the length of him, until my fingers curl around the head through the soft cotton. “And this cock?” he growls. “It belongs to you and you alone, Bonnie.”
My breath catches. “Oh.”
He presses my hand harder, guiding me in a lazy stroke. “Feel that? That’s yours. Only yours. Forever.”
I squeeze and watch his eyes roll back.
“Not now, burrito,” he says, kissing me quickly and moving away. “Stay here. Don’t answer if anyone knocks.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get you food. Can’t have my girl starving.” He straightens and heads for the door. “Be back in five minutes.”
He’s gone before I can respond.
I sit on his massive bed, wrapped in a towel that smells like him.
True to his word, he’s back in less than five minutes, carrying a tray loaded with food. Sandwiches, chips, fruit, cookies—enough to feed three people.
“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed everything,” he says, setting the tray on the bed.
“This is too much food.”
“You’re eating for two now. Need to keep your strength up.” He sits on the bed and pats his lap. “Come here.”
“I can feed myself.”
“I know. But I want to feed you.”
I climb into his lap, still wrapped in the towel. He adjusts me so I’m sitting sideways across his thighs, my back against his chest.
He picks up half a sandwich and holds it to my lips. “Eat.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“Open.”
I take a bite. Then another. He feeds me slowly, making sure I finish the whole sandwich before moving on to the fruit.
