“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 onmy 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.”
28CECILIA
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.
“I—” I should say something. An objection or—I don’t know.
“Stop thinking,” he tells me.
Stepping away, he turns on the shower, taking a few extra seconds to adjust the water temperature until he gets it just right.
Turning back to me, he strips out of his own clothes until his body is gloriously bare, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body. My eyes greedily drink him in, and he smirks, mouth curled into an arrogant grin.
When he reaches for me again, he pulls me to my feet and hooks his fingers into the lace of my panties. There’s no hesitation as he pushes them down to pool at my feet.
“A string?” he asks, and instinctively, I clench my legs.
