Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Cassandra's POV

I woke up with him nearly on top of me, his nose in the crook of my neck, his hands stroking my naked body everywhere. His touch started an intense throbbing down there and I felt soaking wet already. I had no idea how I could turn into such a needy woman, my desire-fogged brain only craving for his touch. He didn't disappoint as he seemed to be able to read my mind like an open book. His hand yanked the T-shirt out of me leaving me exposed to his desire-filled gaze.

"You're gorgeous, baby," he whispered as his hungry mouth hungrily claimed my lips, devouring me like I was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He supported his weight on one elbow while his other hand caressed my body, my brea*ts, my dripping wet folds till I arched into him, surrendering myself to the fire burning at the pit of my stomach. My hands explored his upper body, his abs, and his well-defined pectoral muscles. However, to my utter embarrassment, he caught hold of my hand and placed it over his hard arou*al. I gasped at the gigantic size of his appendage.

"I need to be inside you. You've made me lose all control," he whispered in a husky tone as he stripped off his clothes hastily. He guided my hand to his hard arousal, and I stroked him, making him close his eyes and savor the feeling of my touch upon him but it was short-lived. He immediately extracted himself from my hold making me confused as to what I did wrong. Did I hurt him somehow?

"I'm sorry," I whispered but he just pecked my lips and positioned himself above me. Realization dawned upon me as he parted my legs gently. It was strange that I didn't at all panic, neither did I hesitate as he caressed my inner thighs, his eyes burning into mine.

"May I?" he whispered, asking me for my permission. I nodded, my eyes holding his gaze. I wanted this, it felt so right although it wasn't. He wasted no time and entered me in a single thrust, slowly and steadily increasing his tempo. I moaned with need. The whole room was alive with the sound of our se*y grunts and moans making the air heavy with the se*ual tension between us. He made love to me gently, as if I was a delicate flower. It all happened in a daze and I had no control over my body and its needs. At last, we climaxed together and lay sated in each other's arms.

It was heavenly unlike my first time. I had tried to escape physical intimacy ever since that mishap but now with Julian, I realized how wonderful it really could be. Julian made me feel like a complete woman. He didn't judge seeing that I was as needy as he was. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning and I had chores to take care of before Max woke up. I hadn't expected Julian to stay any longer. Maybe now that he had gotten into my pants, he would disappear from my life but he didn't. It made me rethink my opinion of him. I had no idea what went on in his mind. He was so unpredictable.

"You can lay here, I'll go to wash Max's clothes, then make breakfast and feed Max. Aunt Caroline will be here any minute," I told him unable to hide the disappointment from my tone.

"You wash Max's clothes, and I'll make breakfast. Then we can wake him up together. Okay?" he said kissing my forehead and wearing his clothes. I was stunned at his offer. I really was expecting him to leave and yet here he was offering to help me with Max and the housework. Was I dreaming or was he for real?

I nodded in a daze and went to the en-suite for a quick shower. Later I went downstairs to wash Max's clothes. By the time I went to the kitchen, Julian had made chicken sandwiches, scrambled eggs, and chopped apples and peaches also for us. For Max, he made a puree of oats, apples, and bananas. I was so grateful to him for doing so much for us. Apart from aunt Caroline, no one had done so much for us. He didn't need us as much as we needed him. Yet, he was here persistently, looking after Max and me.

"Breakfast is ready, let's wake up Max?" he said behaving as if we had been married for ages!

"Thanks, Julian, why are you doing so much for us?" I asked him unable to contain myself anymore.

"I love you, that's why," he said, winking at me coyly and going upstairs to Max's room.

Confused as ever by his declaration, I followed him upstairs to Max's room. I couldn't figure him out at all and it was getting to my nerves.

"Hey, little guy, wakey, it's time to feed your rumbling tummy," said Julian as he caressed Max's baby soft cheeks and chocolate brown curls. I blinked noting that Max's hair and eyes resembled Julian's. How could that be? What a coincidence! It was as if he was always meant to be Max's dad. Max simply stared at Julian with his baby green eyes, "Daddy has made breakfast for you, wakey," Julian said as my eyes went wide. Wait a minute! Did I hear correctly?

"Say, Daddy," said Julian. This time I didn't have any doubts. I had heard him distinctly.

"Please Julian, he'll get hopes. Don't make him get attached to you," I said unhappily, almost in a panic. It would be very difficult for me when he would lose his interest in me and Max.

"Why can't I be his dad?" he asked me pointedly.

"You can't. When you're tired of us and decide to move on, we'll be devastated, especially Max. I don't want him clinging to the thought of you being his dad. We won't be able to move on, when you're done with us," I said casting my eyes down dejectedly.

"You think I'm fooling around with you two?" he asked as he approached me.

"I don't know," I said in confusion.

"You don't believe me, at all then?" he asked clenching his jaw.

"Julian, I..," I started but he just put up his hand to stop me.

"In that case, I don't think I'm wanted here. I'll leave. My feelings are not so important, I guess," he said as he rushed down the stairs and out the front door in a second before I could register anything.

I hadn't meant it like that at all. I was just scared for Max. What if Julian found someone whom he would want to marry and have children with? What would Max do then? He would be heartbroken without a dad.

I was too upset that he went away misunderstanding me. I wanted to apologize to him, but I didn't have his number. I fed Max the food Julian had cooked for him. I knew he had every right to be Max's dad, he did more than his biological father. Should I forget my fears and enjoy while his interest in us lasted? We would think of a way of dealing with heartbreak later.

I decided that I would take his number from Anna and make it up to him later. I ate what he made for me and waited for Aunt Caroline.