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“I know, it’s just a lot…” I dropped my head but pressed up against him even more. I needed his reassurance, his stability, his experience.

Titling my head up to him, I pushed forward, pressing my lips against his.

He gazed down at me and squeezed me even tighter against him.

“It’s nothing that you need to worry about,” he said reassuringly as his hands began to move downward along my body. His hands moved from my hips, to trace the curve of my buttocks down to the backs of my thighs.

The last thoughts of Elena vanished, and I pushed back against his hands, willing him to go further. Despite my discomfort from this morning, I wanted—no, needed him.

“Paul,” I whimpered.

I looked down toward my feet, embarrassed by the need that rose within me.

When I looked back up at him, desire had filled his eyes. All traces of worry, or weariness had vanished. He looked at me like a hunter, about to devour its prey.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Paul

God, just the smell of her makes my cock hard.

Gia had pushed up against me until there wasn’t a fraction of an inch left between us. As much as she tried to deny her wants, and her blood, her body told another story altogether. Her want, herneed, burned, making her every touch a flame of lust that spread throughout my body, making anything and everything else that was happening disappear. She was all that mattered. Ever. Always.

She gazed up at me, eyes wide as if she were in shock at the sensations that flowed through her. Her body begged me to touch it, taste it. I wanted to consume her, body and soul.

I bent down and brushed a kiss across her lips. When I pulled away, she leaned forward, wanting more.

“Always in such a hurry.” I brought my hands down to grab her wrists, both fitting easily into my hands.

I held her hands down at her sides and leaned in to kiss her again. She was tentative at first but opened beneath my lips and tongue.

Her eyes sparked green and gold as she looked up at me. I could feel her heartbeat thump against my chest.

“Sit,soubrette.” I pulled out one of the heavy, wooden straight-backed chairs from the table and released her hands.

Gia dropped down onto the chair. She was leaning forward, and her legs slid apart slightly.

I moved slowly around to stand behind her. She shifted her weight and tried to turn back toward me.

“No, face front and be good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her back around. Her soft, rapid breaths turned into a whimper.

The freezer was to my right. When I opened it the cold air rolled out of the door into the warm kitchen like steam. I grabbed an ice cube and moved back into place behind Gia.

She wore a simple cotton v-neck T-shirt and I was easily able to slide my hands down to her tits. Pushing her bra down roughly, I cupped her left breast in one hand, and with the other, I trailed the ice cube down her chest excruciatingly slowly. Her skin burned so hot that I was amazed that the ice didn’t sizzle when it touched her flesh.

When I lightly pressed the ice cube onto her already erect nipple she gasped and pushed forward against my hands. I pushed her firmly back against the chair and began to run the ice across the curves of her breasts to tease around her other nipple. Drops of water beaded and trickled their way down to her stomach.

Gia shuddered, then closed her eyes and turned her head to lay it against my arms as they wrapped around her chest.

I tossed the ice behind me into the sink. My left arm I kept tightly around her chest. I moved my right hand down to the waistband of her jeans. She opened her eyes in protest when I undid the button and pulled the zipper halfway down.

“Paul! We can’t—”

Her words cut off when my fingers worked their way into her pants to slide and stroke between her legs.

“Ohhh…” She closed her eyes and leaned back against me once again.

I covered her mouth with my left hand and worked her panties to the side with my right. The crotch of her panties was soaked already. My fingers pushed inside her easily, wet with her own juices. There was little room to move under the confines of her clothing, but I curled and twisted my fingers inside her and pressed my palm down against her hard clit that poked out from between her slick pussy lips.