“Wait,” she gasps, tearing her lips free.
I ignore her, trailing kisses down her neck as my fingers work to unbutton her jeans.
“Gabriel, stop.” I freeze, my hand halfway into her pants, fingertips grazing the lace of her panties.
“Why?” Drawing back, I stare down at her.
Her chest is heaving. Her pupils are already dilated. She wants this. So what gives?
“I’m not sleeping with you,” she says.
My frown deepens. “Why not?”
She laughs, smacking my chest lightly before she pulls my hand free and re-buttons her pants.
“It’s my time of the month.” A pink blush stains her cheeks. “I just started this morning.”
I’m not seeing the problem here.
“Are you in pain?” I ask.
Her face twists in confusion? “What? Oh, no. Not really. I’m uh …” Her blush deepens. “My cycle isn’t usually that bad. The cramps, I mean.”
Alright. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m bleeding.” She waves a hand down toward her crotch. Has no one ever fucked this girl on her period? I thought chicks were hornier around this time. What gives?
“As you’ve already said,” I tell her. “But if you’re not in any pain, why does a little blood need to ruin our night?”
Her mouth drops open. “You’re kidding, right?”
Nope. And if a little blood is her only objection, I’m not about to let that slow me down. Crowding her space, I grip the backs of her thighs and hoist her into my arms. She braces her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, and instead of the bed, I make a beeline for the attached bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
I nip at her full bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Absolutely not.” She wiggles in my hold, and I have to tighten my grip so I don’t drop her.
“What is the problem?” I ask again. “Do you dislike sex during your period? Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just …” She trails off. “Messy.”
I grin, using my foot to kick the bathroom door open. “Problem solved,” I tell her as we step inside the brightly lit tiled room. “Shower sex, it is.”
CHAPTER 54
CECILIA
Setting me on the bathroom counter, Gabriel releases me to tug my shirt over my head.
“Wait—”
“No,” he says again, his hands moving to my jeans. He unbuttons them quickly, tugs the zipper down, and shimmies them down my hips and past my legs with little help from me.
Unclasping my bra, he tosses it aside before dipping low to kiss my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
I shiver when his hand comes up, thumb stroking over my sensitive nipple.
