Page 19 of The Replay
But I can’t. I kissed her once tonight, and she pulled away. I’m not about to fuck this up by moving too fast. I have to hold back.For her.
Then she leans forward, her lips brushing against my chest, so soft it feels like fire licking up my spine. I shudder. She pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet, and the air thickens between us, heavy and electric. Then she says the last thing I expect to hear right now.
“I know it’s not fair, and it’s really fucked up of me to even suggest this, but … I … could we …” Her voice trails off, uncertainty lacing her words, but her dark brown eyes lock on mine, pleading, searching.
I know what she’s asking. At least, I hope I do. And fuck, if she wants this—needs this—I’m powerless to say no.
She presses her lips to my collarbone, and I suck in a breath, my control slipping further away as her hands explore the planesof my chest. My muscles tense beneath her touch, my hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer, almost without thinking. This is dangerous. She’s been through something tonight, something big, and I don’t know the details yet. But I can’t deny her. I never could.
My hands slide lower, gripping beneath her thighs as I spread them wider, positioning myself between her legs. Her warmth draws me in, my need for her wrapping tighter around my chest.
“You’re sure?” I ask, my lips hovering just inches from hers, giving her one last chance to pull away.
“Yes.” Her voice is a breathy whisper, her need echoing mine.
I’m going to hell for this.
I inch closer, watching for any sign of hesitation, but she meets me halfway, her lips crashing into mine. The kiss starts slow, soft, but quickly turns into something more—something desperate and hungry. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in her.
“Cecilia,” I groan against her mouth, my hands wandering over her body, feeling the soft curves, the heat radiating off her skin. I grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her higher onto the bed.
She gasps, arching beneath me as I settle my weight between her legs, her body molding to mine like she was made for me.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer. She deepens the kiss, and I can’t think straight. All I know is that I need more of her. I slide my hand beneath the hem of her dress, fingers grazing the smooth skin just beneath her panties.
“Tell me what you need,” I demand, my voice rough, almost desperate.
“More,” she breathes, her body arching into mine, begging for the release I know she craves.
I press my erection against her center, rocking into her heat. My control is hanging by a thread. “This?” I ask, teasing, pushing her to the edge with nothing but words.
She shakes her head, breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Please,” she whispers, her hips rising to meet mine, her body trembling beneath me. “I need?—”
“Tell me,” I growl, lips brushing along her neck before I bite down, hard enough to leave a mark. Her sharp gasp sends a thrill through me, her nails digging into my back.
“Gabriel!” she cries, and fuck, the way she says my name … it wrecks me.
“Words, baby. I need to hear the words.” I can’t—won’t—go further without them. She’s not thinking clearly tonight. Her emotions are running too high. But I need to know she wants this as much as I do.
“I need you,” she finally says, her voice thick with desire, shattering any doubt.
“I’m right here,” I murmur, my lips brushing hers again. “Yours for the taking.”
Her eyes burn with lust as she pushes herself up on her elbows, gaze trailing down my body. She licks her lips, and I nearly lose it. My control is slipping, but I want her to make a move.
Cecilia’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering over the hard ridges of my abdomen. I suck in a sharp breath, waiting, anticipation tightening every muscle in my body. Her hand dips lower, grazing the waistband of my sweats, and I hold my breath.
“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice raw. “There’s nothing in this world I want more.”
Emboldened, she slips her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers wrapping around my length. A groan escapes my lips, hips thrusting into her fist. “Fuck,” I mutter, my voice strangled. “Take me out.”
With trembling hands, Cecilia pulls my cock free, her thumb brushing over the tip. I grit my teeth, my hips moving instinctively in her hand. “Jesus.” I could come just like this. Just from the warmth of her hand.
Her touch is tentative at first, but she quickly finds her rhythm, her hand moving in slow, torturous strokes. “Yes,” I groan, my voice hoarse with need. “Tighter, baby. Just like that.”
Her gaze locks with mine, dark and filled with desire. “I want you inside me,” she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
Without another word, I kick off my sweats and tear her clothes from her body, leaving her completely bare. She’s breathtaking, every inch of her flushed and ready for me. I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive peaks of her nipples until she’s writhing beneath me. Her moans are a symphony of pleasure I can’t get enough of.
