Sadie
The morning after Cyrus and I had made love in the library, I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect from him. I woke up in my bed, alone. He had been with me when I’d fallen asleep, but should I have been surprised he wasn’t there in the morning?
I wasn’t sure, but it hurt waking up and feeling abandoned. I got out of bed and got dressed and ready for the day, then cautiously made my way out of my room to wake Megan up for breakfast. Her door was just a few down from mine, but before I reached it, I heard a throat clear behind me.
“Good morning.”
I stopped, my whole body going rigid with surprise and tension. Slowly, I turned around and found Cyrus standing just a few feet away. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, and I felt my mouth literally begin to water as I stared at him.
He smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”
Remembering how to breathe, I cleared my throat and said, “Sorry…you startled me.”
He tilted his head and took a few steps closer to me. “Clearly. I was just heading back to your room to wake you up, but you beat me to it.”
I furrowed my brow. “You were? When I woke up and you were gone, I thought…”
I clamped my mouth shut, embarrassed that I’d almost let my insecurities from the morning slip. Not that it really mattered, though. By the surprised look on his face, I could see he understood what it was I hadn’t said.
“You thought I ditched you?” he asked.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I thought about blatantly lying to avoid the awkwardness, but I knew it would be no use. He was frustratingly good at knowing when I wasn’t being honest.
“Maybe,” I murmured. “I just…you know…after everything we’ve been through…”
He closed the distance between us, cupped my face in both his hands, and brought his lips down onto mine for a tender kiss. I froze for a few seconds but then slid my hands up his chest and curled my fingers into his shirt. His mouth slanted over mine, our tongues tangled, and I slowly began to lose awareness of everything else around us. Once more, it was only me and him.
When he broke the kiss, he leaned back enough that he could look down into my eyes.
Smirking, he said, “Does that make you feel better?”
“It helps,” I breathed.
He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to stay in your bed in case Megan came in.”
I blinked at that. Megan coming to my room hadn’t even crossed my mind as a possibility.
“I see.” I nodded. “Yeah, probably best that she doesn’t know anything’s happening between us.”
“At least not yet,” he added, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Sometime soon, though, once we’ve figured out exactly what this is.”
My heart fluttered, and I smiled. “This?”
“You and me,” he rumbled, dropping a peck on my lips. “Now, I assume you were on your way to wake Megan up?”
I nodded. “Yes, I was.”
“All right,” he murmured. “I’ll let you get to your day, but I’ll be checking in now and then.”
I gave him a cheeky grin. “Megan would appreciate that.”
He chuckled, let go of my chin, then reached around to smack my ass.
“Get going,” he ordered with a wink.
I turned with a small laugh, heat pulsing through me as I practically skipped to Megan’s door.
Cyrus remained flirty throughout the day. He would stop to see Megan and me, and he would find subtle ways to touch me. A finger skimmed up my arm. Brushing hair from my forehead. Touching his shoulder to mine.
Chapter 47
When Megan wasn’t paying attention, he was less subtle. A slap to the butt. Grabbing my chin and rubbing my lips with his thumb. Running his lips along the shell of my ear.
He was driving me crazy, and he knew it. By the time I put Megan to bed and headed to my own room, I felt like I was a livewire. I was hyper-aware of every part of my body. I was wet and needy. Cyrus’s teasing hadn’t been nearly enough for me. I’d wanted so much more.
I was trying to think of anything other than Cyrus when I opened the door to my room and stepped inside.
“There you are. I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to come drag you away from Megan.”
I froze and looked up. Cyrus sat there, lounging on the end of my bed, his dress shirt and pants already unbuttoned.
Gaping in surprise, I said, “What…what are you doing?”
He pushed to his feet and sauntered toward me.
“You really think one night is going to be enough for me?” he asked, wrapping his hands around my waist. “Sadie, I’m going to want you nearly every night. I’m totally addicted to you.”
“Is that so?” I whispered.
He nodded, his eyes flashing with excitement. “Yes, it is.”
I grinned and blushed as I slid my hands up his chest, slipping his shirt from his shoulders. His skin was warm and smooth as I ran my fingers along his pecs and down his abs.
“I might be addicted to you, too,” I told him in a hushed tone.
Cyrus put a finger beneath my chin and tilted my face up to his.
“Kiss me,” he ordered softly.
My breathing grew shallow as I pushed up onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. There was a bit of scruff along his jaw that rubbed along my chin. Our mouths moved against each other’s, and our tongues slowly tangled and explored. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he took hold of my waist in both his hands.
Pulling back for a moment, I gazed into his eyes.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whispered. “Will you let me?”
“Of course.” He nodded, his voice rumbling in his chest. “You can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart.”
I bit my lip as I grinned in delight. Holding his gaze, I eased down to my knees in front of him. Grabbing hold of his pants and underwear, I dragged them down his legs, freeing his erection. His eyes blazed with hunger and desire, which only made me more eager to do this.
Taking his erection in hand, I held his gaze while I ran my tongue along his shaft and then took him into my mouth.
“Ohhh, that’s it, baby,” he said with a groan, resting his hand on my head. He didn’t try to take control of the moment from me, though. He let me set the pace and depth. I gazed up at him, watching his expression as pleasure washed over him. I loved that I could make him feel so good. Loved that this larger-than-life man’s knees were trembling as he struggled to maintain control of himself because of me.
Is this what he experienced every time he pleasured me? No wonder he was so eager to do it so often. I bobbed my head back and forth, picking up speed as a lusty haze fell over me.
“Sadie,” he suddenly gasped. “Stop, or I won’t be able to keep myself from…”