The Billionaire's Hidden Son (Cavanaugh #1)

Kabanata 34

Kabanata 34

Sex

"MA'AM?"

Lumipat ang paningin ko sa mahinang boses isang babae, nanggaling ang boses nito sa likuran ko.

The girl was wearing a black uniform. Perhaps she was working here as a janitor because she was holding a mop and a bucket of water with bubbles.

"Bakit dito siya natulog?" I asked in a weak tone of voice. Someway, I did not want to disturb Lazarus' quiescent sleep.

He was worn-out from all of the inflictions that I caused to him, and I was too.

"Pang-apat na gabi niya na po'ng natulog dito ngayon. Pinagsabihan nga po si Sir Lazarus ng mga pinsan niya na gamitin na lang 'yong ibang bakanteng kuwarto pero ayaw niya po." Banayad na paliwanag niya at sinulyapan pa si Lazarus na natutulog pa rin. "Mauna na po muna ako, ma'am. May lilinisin lang po."

Maingat ang babaeng taga-linis dito nang dumaan siya sa kung saan nakaupo at natutulog si Lazarus.

I wanted to spend my anger more longer and let Lazarus face it, handle it all. I wanted him to pay for it, earn my trust again. My feet wanted to turn around, back inside the room and just ignore him but my hands were doing differently.

Siguro ay nangangalay na ang kaniyang leeg? Plus the floor was freezing cold.

Pahihirapan ko na lang siya sa susunod.

Nakatitig ako sa kaniya nang dahan-dahan akong lumuhod sa tabi niya. Seconds after, I found myself raised a hand and rubbed my palm against his strong arms. I paused when I felt his skin was cold and pale.

I caught a glimpse of his pinky finger did a swift move. Mukhang naramdaman niya ang mainit kong palad sa kaniyang maskuladong nanlalamig na braso.

Nakatungo ang kaniyang ulo kaya kitang-kita ko ang kaniyang batok. I would like to wake him up the same way how he did it to me. Wala namang tao dahil oras naman ng pagtulog ngayon.

I angled my head down to his nape, closer 'til my warm lips had the touchdown upon it. My hand was creating heat against his cold arm to provide him a little warm that I could only offer.

As fast as my lips touched his nape, I felt those familiar soft and torrid lips on my hand on his upper arm.

He was awake.

Natigilan ako sa marahang paghalik sa kaniyang batok at pinanood siyang hinahalikan ang kamay kong nakapatong sa kaniyang maskuladong braso.

Parang itinuring niyang isang pinakamahal na ginto ang aking kamay nang dahil sa paraan ng paghalik niya.

Inangat ko ang aking kamay kahit na hindi pa naman siya tapos sa paghalik doon at hinawakan ko ang kaniyang baba. Nakatingin siya sa aking mga mata nang bumaba ang tingin ko sa kaniyang medyo namumulang mga labi.

I deliberately brushed my thumb against his lower lip, easing and calming him from kissing my hand almost endlessly.

"Why are you up? It's late." Nawala ang antok sa kaniyang boses nang tumayo siya habang hawak pa rin ang kamay ko kaya tinangay niya rin ako upang makatayo.

Just a while ago, he looked tired, uncomfortably sitting and sleeping on the cold marbled floor. By the look on his face at this moment, he was active.

Iginalaw niya pa ang kaniyang ulo sa gilid at kabilang gilid na naman na parang nag-eehersisyo lang. Siguro ay talagang nangangalay ang kaniyang leeg?

"I can't sleep," I lied.

Kahit sa totoo lang ay kakagising ko pa lang at hahanapin ko sana siya pero hindi pa naman ako inaantok. I did not know what was happening to me but I would like to stay up at night and sleep in the morning. Sounds weird.