“I don't know. She just sounds off. Tired. Run down.”
“Maybe she’s working a lot.”
“Maybe.” He sipped his drink again glancing at me as he did. Cyrus was hard to read at the best of times, but now he was a true enigma.
He set his bottle down on the table next to the couch and laid his head back to rub his temples.
I frowned. “Maybe you should go visit her if you’re this worried?” Wanting to help, I rose on my knees next to him and reached my hands over to rub his temples.
He jerked slightly as he lifted his head. I leaned back slightly, but kept massaging his temples.
“Petal.”
“Yes?” I kept rubbing.
He made another one of those growls like he did earlier. I glanced down, and was about to get seriously annoyed at him when I realized my boobs were practically in his face. His eyes were dark as they looked at my chest and then up at me.
“Oh, sorry.” I started to pull away, but his arm banded around me.
> “The fuckwits weren’t the only ones who noticed your sexy witch outfit.” His voice was low and raw. It skittered along my skin making my hairs stand on end, in a good way.
“Oh?” My own voice sounds breathy and I could feel arousal, not just attraction, pool between my legs.
His hand gently rubbed my back just above my ass. It was all I could do to keep from moving my hips to guide his hand lower.
“Do you want to know why I’m so agitated?”
I swallowed hard. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
He stared up at me, his dark eyes intense. He took my hand and watched my face as he brought it to the front of his pants. He hesitated a moment, and then pressed my hand down.
Holy moly. He was so hard. And long. I bent my fingers along the length. And wide. I looked down and then quickly to his face. His expression was daring me to react.
“That must be uncomfortable,” I said even though my mouth had gone dry.
It probably wasn’t what he expected based on the light upward twitch of his lips. “Immensely.”
Did I offer to help him with it? My body fired hot even as I bit my lip wondering if he’d fit. I couldn’t quite bring myself to say the words, so I simply started stroking him through his black slacks.
He growled again. “Fuck Petal…you’re supposed to be repulsed.”
“Why?” That didn’t make sense. I squeezed wishing I could see him. Taking a chance, I pulled his belt from the buckle.
His hand covered mine. “Be sure, Petal. Be very, very sure.”
It sounded like a warning but for what? I mean, yes, we were only friends. Yes, we both were also friends of April and Jude, but they wouldn’t mind? Would they?
“If you put your hand on me, you’d know I was very sure,” I said.
He closed his eyes and groaned again. I thought he was going to leave, but instead in a lightning fast move, he’d gripped my hips, pushed me back on the couch, and was over me, looking down with his dark, dark eyes.
“Are you saying you’re wet?”
I swallowed and nodded.
His gaze held mine as his hand slid up my thigh and under the short dress. His fingers drew over the panel of my soaked panties.
He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his lips. “Mmm.”