Sadie
I laughed softly and reached up to touch the side of his face with my fingertips.
“You are romantic,” I murmured. “And sweet and kind. You put on this tough guy act all the time, but you’re just a big teddy bear on the inside.”
“How dare you.” He chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss.
When we moved apart from each other again, I released a long sigh.
“Can I ask…will we be going back to the city soon?”
He furrowed his brow. “You want to go back?”
I shrugged and looked around us. “Not necessarily. It’s lovely here, and Megan is doing so well, but…we can’t hide from our real lives forever. You know that as much as I do.”
He nodded and shoved a hand through his hair.
“When it’s safe, we’ll go back,” he said in a slightly sharper tone.
I sighed. “Cyrus, that isn’t an answer, and you know it.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he replied with a scowl. “I can’t predict what I have no control over.”
I didn’t want him to get upset, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment for us. However, I hated not knowing what was going on. It was more terrifying for me not to know how close they were to catching Ralph…if they were close at all.
As safe as I felt on the estate, there were moments when I’d be walking outside and hear a noise behind me that would freak me out. My first thought would be that Ralph had found us. So far, that fear had never been realized, but it was always there, lingering at the back of my mind.
“Can’t you just tell me what progress is being made?” I asked, reaching over to put my hand on his where it rested on the blanket. “Just something to put my mind a bit at ease?”
Releasing a long sigh, Cyrus leaned closer to me and cupped the side of my face with his free hand.
“I’ve got something that will put your mind at ease.”
Before I could reply, he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. There was a split second that I thought about slipping away from him to continue the conversation, but his kiss was like a drug. I couldn’t resist its pull. A lust-filled haze fell over me, and I sank into him with a moan of defeat.
Cyrus took my wine from my hand and set it aside, then gently guided me to lay on my back. He slowly unbuttoned the front of my dress and parted the fabric. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he let out a growl of clear approval.
His mouth found mine the same time his hands cupped my breasts. I moaned and arched into his touch, my body responding to him as though it had been trained to react to only him. He kissed his way down my throat and then took one of my nipples between his lips. When he gave a strong suck, I whimpered and shoved my fingers into his hair.
“Oh, Cyrus,” I gasped. “That feels so good!”
“I like making you feel good,” he rumbled before moving to my other breast. He ran his hands down my waist and grabbed hold of my skirt to drag it up around my hips. Sitting back on his haunches, he gazed down at me with a smirk before reaching for my panties. I bit my lip and held his gaze as he ripped them off me. Throwing my arms over my head, I let out a laugh.
“Such a brute,” I teased.
“You love it,” he said with a wink.
“I do,” I breathed. Really, there was no point in denying it. I did love when he let his rough edges show when we were together. It was so sexy, and it made me melt every time he was a little beastly.
He held my gaze as he lowered his head, only breaking eye-contact when he pressed his mouth to my sex and began to lick and suck at me. I let out a long, low moan and began to undulate my hips. I couldn’t help myself. I just needed more of him.
Far too soon, he lifted his head and looked up at me with that smirk again.
“Why’d you stop?” I gasped. I had just started to feel the edgings of an orgasm climb up inside me. “I was getting close.”