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The bathrobe he wore didn’t hide his muscles at all. I took a deep breath, met his eyes, and decided it was time for the rest of the truth. He now knew my painful past, so it was time to find out where things stood between us.
My hands shook at my sides, but I plowed on. “I was terribly unhappy, and with you and Joshua I've felt like I have a second shot at being someone I want to be. But it’s still all a lie.”
His voice was low and soothing. “Or it’s who you’re meant to be.”
I let out a small, empty laugh and shook my head. “I can’t believe that.”
He pressed his hand next to mine and said, “You are in charge of your own life.”
I sucked in my lips and then cupped his face. I refused to ever cry again, but I said, “Well, I can’t promise you anything more than whatever is happening right now. I can’t see a future for myself.”
He brushed against my arm like we were friends who trusted each other and said, “I can wait.”
My hair stood on end. He was so rich and could have literally anyone in the world. I swallowed and asked, “Why would you want to?”
He leaned closer, and his body heat made my entire being clench with longing for him. Only him.
Then he said, “Because you’re worth it.”
I glanced down and studied our bare feet. My voice was shaky, but I said, “I’m not ready. I can’t give you anything but sex.”
There. I finally managed to say it.
The truth was I hated using people, and it cut to my core to find myself doing it anyway. He now knew why, but without giving him a chance to say anything, I met his stare and said, “Look, I’m not really part of your world. I have more in common with your nameless, faceless staff than with you.”
His lips met mine and I melted. I curled my arms around his neck and met his passion with my own.
I uncurled backwards on the bed, and he came with me.
I was his. He untied his robe. I let him go to lift my shirt off, but when I was naked and ready, and so was he, he kissed my cheeks and said, “I’m making love to you, Sarah. I hope you know that.”
I arched to give him everything, even if my soul broke inside me, and my orgasm hit fast and hard, breaking through to depths I never knew I had.
30
Cyrus
I took my time with Sarah. I’d never wanted or waited for anyone the way I was doing with her, but there was something hypnotic about our connection. She was funny but direct with me, and her honesty was just one of her charms.
She was the most captivating woman I’d ever met. And I would never have enough of her.
When the bathroom door opened a crack, I called out to her, saying, “Come back to bed.”
She took a deep breath, and her cute breasts went up and down with her breath, and she tiptoed to the edge of the bed and whispered, “It’s almost dawn now.”
Funny, but she wouldn't let me simply hold her. We didn’t need to burn the sheets up every second, and to help her understand and believe that I patted the mattress right next to where I lay and said, “When it’s time, we’ll get up with Joshua and take him down for breakfast.”
She sucked on her bottom lip, but then scooted in beside me, saying, “Okay, but I’m not going to sleep much.”
I adjusted the blanket around her, and her arm pressed against mine, though she was so tense I finally said, “It’s fine. You need to relax.”
Her eyes were wide for a moment, but then she settled next to me and let her lip free so she could say, “I’ll close my eyes.”
Cuddling was a small victory. She hugged me and I stayed still. Just having her here made the air smell sweeter, and I was happy.
I knew when she finally fell asleep because she had a slight snore, a sweet little buzz. I kissed her forehead, but she didn’t move at all.
I adjusted her hair on the pillow and whispered into the dark room, “You’re sleeping… it’s probably best, but Sarah, you were right about one thing. I always get what I want, and you’re going to be mine.”
