He smiled. “More?”
I didn’t get a chance to reply.
My skirt and panties went up in a whirling blaze of heat—gone in a flash.
I gasped. He’d undressed me before, but never like this. Never with his power roaming over my body, prickling at my nerves, caressing me in sensuality, and destroying all the fabric on me. Even my socks were gone.
“Mmm, that’s better.” He slid me backward on the counter. “Don’t move.”
His index finger brushed my knee as he stepped out from between my legs. I shivered at the sensation of electricity humming over my thighs from that little touch, then noticed the flickering energy slowly crawling up my skin.
It held me captive, my eyes refusing to lose focus.
What is he doing?
He’s not…
No.
He can’t be…
Oh God…
The heat slithered along my inner thigh, the intent clear. And then it caressed my sensitive, damp flesh, inflaming my insides. “Titus…”
“No moving,” he repeated, having returned to his food preparations.
“But—” Fuck, that’s intense. I grabbed the counter to keep from falling over, or running, or jumping, I didn’t know. But that little flame circled my clit in the most dangerous kiss, calling my own fire out to play and creating an inferno in the last place I ever thought I’d desire it.
“Beautiful,” Titus praised, his green eyes burning with unrestrained desire. “But you need more, sweetheart. I want you so hot that you can’t see straight.”
I opened my mouth to protest, when the embers grazing my breasts whirled into fiery clamps that pinched my nipples. A scream left my throat, one born of fierce pleasure. Titus’s hand against my lower belly was all that kept me upright, my eyes glazing from the rapture his fire had unleashed on me.
“Don’t combust on me yet, Claire. I have plans for you.” He pushed me backward to prop me against the wall, then returned to his preparations while flames hummed over my skin, skirting over all the places I desired it most without providing any sort of relief.
“You’re killing me, Titus.”
“Good.” He threw everything into a bowl, then drizzled some kind of dressing over it. “You need to eat first.”
“Fuck food.”
He smirked. “I’ll fuck you after food, sweetheart. Trust me.” Heat sizzled between my legs, stroking me in a way that reminded me of his tongue and stirring stars behind my eyes.
This was nothing like the other fire play I’d experienced. This was hot and full of promise. One that equaled the very heavy erection barely concealed by the zipper of his pants.
Which gave me an idea.
Two could play this game.
I locked onto my elements—an action that was beginning to feel like second nature to me—and pulled my inclination for flames to the forefront.
Subtle, I whispered to the energy swirling inside. Let’s sweep over the jeans and incinerate in one warm wave.
Titus froze as my power rolled over him, eating through his pants in a thorough sweep and incinerating the fabric to ash. His boxers disintegrated with it, revealing his gorgeous cock.
His eyes narrowed. “Claire…”
“What?” I asked innocently, my flames dancing across his silky skin to form a grip around the base. He nearly dropped the bowl as I stroked upward with my mind.