Page 30 of Heartless

“Cassian,” I keen, when he doesn’t stop stroking over my clit. “Cassian,fuck, that’s?—”

“Are you going to whine for me, sweetheart?” he chuckles, suddenly slamming into me with a shuddering groan. His thumb pauses briefly, his grip on my hip tightening as he comes before pulling my leg off of his shoulder and lunging forward to drape himself over me. His hands come up to cup my face as he pulls me into a deep kiss, and this time I wrap my legs loosely around his waist, keeping him inside me.

That makes him chuckle, but I don’t have it in me to feel shy about it. He feels too fucking good, and I’m so warm and fuzzy from my orgasm that I just want to clutch onto him like a sloth and never let go.

At least, not until I’m back in the state of mind to have second thoughts about this.

“I’ll admit…” Cass rolls us onto our sides, dragging me against his chest. He’s still inside me, even though he’s finished riding out his own release by now. “I didn’t expect you to be so affectionate.”

“I’m just full of surprises,” I murmur grumpily against his chest. “So don’t kill the damn moment. Get it?” I peer up at him. “Because you’re a?—”

“I will put you over my lap and spank you if you finish that sentence right now,” Cass informs me smoothly, his eyesnarrowing as he looks at me. But I swear I see the twitch of a smile on his lips, and I snort before burying my face into his shoulder.

“You love my sense of humor and you know it,” I say, eyes closing as I drift with the euphoria of my orgasm and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns over my shoulders.

“Sure I do,” Cass chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “You keep telling yourself that, Winnie.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Even with my ringer off, it’s hard to sleep through it when my cheek is pressed to the cool glass when it starts to vibrate. I groan at the feeling, not willing to open my eyes. I’mexhausted.

In the best way possible.

My phone vibrates against my face again as I sink into my memories of last night that are even better because I can still feel the soreness and the way my limbs feel heavy. I groan in protest, barely needing to open my eyes to know that I’m alone.

But the disappointment I feel when I see Cassian isn’t here is impossible to ignore. Even for me, and I like to think I’m an Olympic level pro at ignoring things and pretending they’ve never happened.

“Okay, okay,” I grumble at the third insistent vibration against my cheek. I sit up, curling my knees under me and grab for my phone blindly.

My curtains are drawn back. It takes me a few moments to realize that’s the reason my room feels so bright, and I gaze outside the large bay window thoughtfully. It certainly hadn’t been me who opened them, though. I prefer it dark and cool inmy room, no matter the time of day. “Why would you open my curtains?” I mumble, as if Cassian can still hear me.

As if he isn’t long gone.

One more vibration from my phone has me looking down to where it rumbles against my palm. Blinking to clear my eyes I tap the glass screen, seeing a few messages from Lou and another, older one from a few hours ago.

FromCassian.

Except…I hadn’t given him my number.

That question is answered the second I open his message, and I can’t help but snort with a quick, incredulous roll of my eyes when I read over his words.

I put my number in your phone and called myself. So now I have your number, and you have mine. See you soon, sweetheart.

My stomach twists in an unfamiliar way while I read over the message a few times, as if I’ll see something else in the words that I didn’t read the first time. Like maybe I can read his thoughts or his mindset when he sent the text.

As I’m considering a reply, or if I should even send one, another message shows up on my screen, reminding me that Lou has been texting me for the past few minutes.

Hey, are you up?

I’m sorry. I know it’s early and I hate to ask, but can you babysit tonight? Not all night, just until ten or so. I’m sorry it’s so last minute.

Babysitting really hadn’t been part of my weekend plans, and a frown twitches at my lips. But being a babysitter seems to be my career of choice lately, apart from questionably unskilled diner waitress at The Pancake Plate. Neither of them seem to have any potential for advancement, unfortunately. Especially since I have zero interest in childcare or working a dead-end server job for the rest of my life.

If only I knew what Idowant.

I’ve just sent off my reply, telling Lou I’ll be there whenever she needs me, when a distant noise brings my head up so I can look out the window once more.

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