Page 43 of Replay
I smile, biting my lip as the urge to kiss her becomes so intense, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold out much longer. Her scent, her body, her blue eyes…they’ve haunted me all week, and I want her to say yes to this. To giving us a chance.
“Come on, Trouble. Giving us a replay will be a challenge for us both, and I know you love a challenge.”
“Yes.”
Three little letters.
Very big results.
Results being Santino’s lips crashing down on mine.
It takes me a few staggered breaths to realise what’s happening. But as soon as I do, my hands grab onto his neck to meet the demanding pressure of his kiss. In one swift motion, our lips break as he grips my waist and hoists me up onto his dining table. We’re eye level with one another now, and the wicked look in his dark eyes causes my heart rate to ratchet up to a whole new level.
He steps toward me and commands my lips again. I wrap my legs around him, relishing in the hardness of his body. Our tongues thrust greedily against each other as his hand grips my hair in a masterful hold that causes a swell of pressure between my legs.
Who knew making sauce would be such epic foreplay?
Not this Scottish lass. Not at all.
But watching Santino interact with his family, seeing this gentler side to him, a side where he pulled out the chair for his nonna and silently poured both of us fizzy drinks while everyone else drank red wine…he lost that dark and dangerous vibe to him that I was always scared of. He’s somehow transformed into this sexy, domestic God-like creature that I instinctually crave.
Well, when we’re not making out at least.
His hands rove over my body, and I lose myself to the sensation, my centre throbbing with an ache that has not been satisfied in quite some time. I arch into him, grab his hand, and place it on my breast. I need his touch; I need his roughness. Santino always had that perfect mix of commanding gentleness. And feeling him now, stone-cold sober with no haziness of alcohol or drugs…it’s all even better than I remember. My body is a live wire ready to ignite at just the hard squeeze his fingers apply over my shirt-covered nipple.
Holy shit, I’m going to come.
Fuck.
No.
Not yet.
It’s too soon.
This is all too soon.
“Santino.” I pull my lips away from him and suck in a big gulp of air as my eyelids fight a heaviness.
“Yes?” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck. The whiskers from his jaw send tingles all over my body as he grabs my ear and bites gently. “What is it, Trouble? Where do you want me? I want to taste you everywhere.”
Oh my God, I suck so much for what I’m about to say next.
“I, um…want to slow down.” I tense in his arms, my body literally hating me right now.
He instantly pulls back and blinks in confusion, his dark eyes scanning mine with concern. “Shit. Are you okay? Is this not…? Did I misread…”
“You’re fine,” I expel on a breath of longing, touching my finger to his lips hungrily while wanting them all over my body. “I said yes. I want this. I want it very much.”
“Good.” He offers me a lopsided smile that makes him look more boyish than I’ve ever seen him.
“I just…I need to tell you something.” I rub my forehead nervously, trying to figure out how I’m going to say this as I struggle to catch my breath.
His brows knit together as his gaze darts from my lips to my eyes. “You can tell me anything.”
I swallow the knot in my throat as my nose begins to twitch like it has a mind of its own. “I…um…”
“Tilly.” He says my name gently as his hands move from my hips to cup my face as he slides his thumbs soothingly along my cheeks and forces me to look at him. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
