“No answer,” she retorted when I said nothing.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in years. You think I’m lettin’ you go?” Fuck, she was something else. Loved her snark.
To this, she threw her head back and laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. What’s your name?”
“Micah, you?”
“Cyrus.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
She laughed full out. “Beautiful name? No. More like a life sentence.”
I leaned into her ear. “Sexy Cyrus. Yeah, I think it’s damn perfect.”
Sexy as fuck.
That was exactly what Cyrus was. I wanted to explore, lick, touch and taste every curve. As she leaned into me, the smell of her perfume pulled me in deeper. It was floral, but not overpowering. Subtle. Nothing like the woman herself. She was a siren. One look and you were hooked. Fuck, I was hooked.
“Let’s dance,” I said, holding out my hand to her. She stared down at it like it was a live wire. I waited.
“You want to dance?” she asked, quirking her brow.
Leaning in again, my lips brushed her ear. “You can tell by the way a man moves on the dance floor how he’ll be in bed. Trust me. You want to know.”
She shivered as lust spiraled around her. I could actually smell it, and it was utterly tantalizing.
“Lead the way. See if you can keep up.”
Lacing our fingers together, we moved through the crowds of people and with my bulk, a spot cleared. The song was upbeat and perfect. Wrapping her in my arms, I turned her so her ass was lined up with my cock, and we moved.
Seeing her out here earlier was nothing compared to being side by side with her and feeling her lush body move against mine with ease. The first song turned into four, and by this time we were both a sweaty mess. My cock was aching, and she was looking at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You wanna get out of here?” I asked after spinning her around so she faced me. Her eyes were the color of bright emeralds and seared onto my brain, never to forget this exact shade.
“Where would that be?”
My hips pressed harder against her so she could feel what she had done to me. “My hotel.”
She studied me for quite a while, contemplating. So much so that I’d thought I’d lost her.
Her eyes darted over to her blonde friend who Dryerson had completely occupied. “I’m texting my friend so you can’t kill me.”
“Never can be too careful.”
The following moments were a blur, and the next thing I knew the hotel door was slamming against the wall as we entered. Her legs were wrapped around me and lips attached to mine. My cock rubbed against her heat, just begging to get attention. Moans escaped her as she felt the grind of my hips on her nub.
Her legs released and fell to the ground, and she kicked off her heels which lowered her a couple inches, but my lips followed.
Hands gripped my shirt and pulled it from my body, as her hands trailed down my chest. Each touch made something inside me come alive. This was beyond the physical; there was just something about Cyrus.
Too bad we only had one night. It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my hunger for her, but it would have to do. Time to make the most of it.
**
We laid on the bed. Our breaths labored as we came down from the most incredible high I’d ever thought of.
“You seem surprised,” I said with my arm over my eyes, trying to catch my breath. She seemed to have sucked it all out of me.
“I’ve never…” Her breathlessness had my cock hardening once again. I did that to her. I caused it.
“Squirted?” I asked.
I felt her head nod next to me. “Yeah. That was a first.”
Rolling into her, I pulled her into my arms. “Glad I was a first.”
Her laugh was as beautiful as she was. It was something I stored inside my head for those long nights ahead of me on tour. Add in her body and I’d have enough to get me through another year. Yes, there was something special about her.
“Don’t tell me you’re done for the night?” she started, but I had her on her back once again, arms pinned over her head, and locked our lips together. Slipping the next condom on, I thrusted inside her once again. She felt like heaven wrapped in silk. The only thing better would be feeling her ungloved, but that shit would not happen. I always wrapped up.
The bed banged against the wall as her cries intensified. Her hips rose and met mine with every movement. Fuck, she was perfect.
Each second I memorized. Each sound, touch, and taste I stored deep inside me. These things I would never forget. The woman didn’t know it, but she’d captured a part of me that would always and forever be hers. Something I swore I’d never give another woman. Somehow in one night she’d made her way in.
Her walls tightened around me as I released in tune with her, letting everything around us fade away but us. Fuck yes.
We passed out, her head resting on my chest.
Jolting awake, the sound of my alarm rang. Fuck. It was time to head out, and I couldn’t be late.
She laid soundly, the rise and fall of her chest the only thing I felt. It was a damn good night, but that was all it was. One night together. While I’d love to have more, time was our downfall. I was due back and would be on time.
Slipping out of the bed, she laid with the sheet around her waist, her bare skin creamy and on display. I could still taste her on my lips, each spot I kissed and licked.
I watched her as I got dressed. Feeling my phone in my back pocket, I took a quick picture of her. Maybe I’d have enough time to get it printed before we needed to report. One could hope.
With one last look at the bed, I left, this time knowing deep inside I’d left something with her. I’d never thought in one night meeting a woman would change me forever.
It had changed me forever. And she was here. In Sumner. I needed to find her.
11
Ensley
My heart thumped in my chest, threatening to make a break for it. Air came in soft pants as I grabbed Remy from the play area away from the other children and darted to my car. My body moved on its own accord. I didn’t stop to think; I simply reacted. We had come too far. Remy and I wouldn’t be separated. I couldn’t bare it.
“Ensley?” Austyn called out, but I didn’t stop. Feeling the need to escape at all costs, there was no time to stop and explain. Remy was crying, wanting to go back and play with the other kids, so she was fighting me as I pulled the car door open and put her inside.
“I know. I know. Calm down.” My tone was frustrated, and I mentally chastised myself because I wasn’t that mom. The one who lost her cool with her kid … ever. I was so blessed to have Remy, I never wanted her to feel my tension. That was something I read in one of the books while I was pregnant. Kids can sense that shit and feed off of it. Only right now I couldn’t calm down, but I needed her to.
She didn’t take my words to heart, and buckling her in was a challenge as she squirmed, making the task very hard. She didn’t understand. She didn’t get what had just happened. Hell, I didn’t get what had just happened. It was all a confusion of thoughts creating a war in my head.