The Virgin Replay by Lauren Blakely
Chance
There is a time for talking.
And a time for doing.
Sure, we should chat about what this means, what changed, and all that jazz.
But I don’t need to dissect any sort of agenda this second.
I’ve been invited to the only place I want to be.
With her.
So as I slide under the covers, my hand coasts along her hip.
Such a sensual creature, Sierra arches as I trace the curves and dips of her gorgeous body. “You sure don’t feel like a fake date, Sierra,” I murmur, my fingers delighting in the silk of her skin.
She moves with me, shifting slightly to her side, her brown eyes shimmering. “I don’t feel like playing make-believe anymore,” she says.
“Me neither.” My hand glides across her stomach, so soft and enticing to the touch. I could worship this stomach. With my lips. My hands. My tongue.
I dip my face to her belly, push up the cotton of her camisole, and press a kiss to her skin, moaning as I inhale her.
She lets out the most fantastic whimper in the world. “Oh God, that feels good.”
Her words embolden me. I kiss my way up her stomach, pleasure jolting through my body as my lips travel along her warm skin, landing right under her breasts.
I look up. I fully intend to ravage these beauties.
But it would be rude not to taste her lips first. I move, shifting my weight so that I’m still on my side but my chest covers her, my forearms braced on either side of her body.
She loops her hands around my head, threads her fingers into my hair, and stares into my eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”
Pride suffuses me. I grin. “No idea. Why don’t you tell me?” I brush my lips across her collarbone, my eyes falling shut from the heady taste of her skin. So sexy and feminine and tropical—she makes my mouth water and my dick throb.
Sierra runs her fingers through my hair, then lifts my face. “Chance, I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time. Been thinking about kissing you. Getting you naked.” She takes a beat. Swallows. “And asking you something.”
My chest heats like the sun. My God, is there anything hotter than when a woman tells you what she wants?
“Ask me anything,” I rasp out as my lips travel along her jawline. It’s impossible not to touch her.
Her breath catches as I go, but then she pushes up higher in bed, scooting away from me.
This seems a little serious. I sit too, focus on her mood completely. “You okay? Is anything wrong?”
“I’m great,” she says, then exhales. “But I just want to know what changed for you, Chance. From the night you invited me. I don’t want you to regret anything. What about your code?”
And maybe we do need to talk after all. She’s right to take a breather. “I swear I won’t regret a second of this,” I say.
“But why? What’s different?”
I give her nothing but the truth. “You seem to feel the same way I do.”
“You mean since neither one of us wants a relationship?”
“Yes. I’m not interested in one and you said you aren’t either. And you and me, we seem to have some kind of crazy chemistry.”
“Wild chemistry, I call it,” she says with a grin.
“Like your drink,” I add.
“Exactly. I made it for you. Because I want you. So much.”
“This is officially the sexiest night of my life,” I declare. “And I am putting in my order for that drink when we return.”
She laughs, then turns a touch serious once more. “So you can break the code if we’re having a fling?”
I shrug, adding a smile. “Seems like a good reason to bend it. I’m so into you, Sierra. I want to make you feel incredible in bed.”
Humming, she shoots me a flirty grin. “Want to know what I want?”
“I really fucking do.”
“Your honesty. Your body. Your straightforward interest in me. No strings attached.”
Have I died and gone to dirty heaven?
I believe I have.
“Yes, to all of the above,” I say as my hand coasts along her side, over the fabric of her cami and down to the curves of her waist. My whole body vibrates with the need to touch her everywhere. And if she wants honesty, she’ll get it. “Sierra, I wanted you the night I walked into the bar and asked you to come here with me. I wanted you the night I walked you home. I’ve been wanting you for months. And I’ve been resisting you. And I don’t want to resist you any longer.”
She shudders, a sensual full-body tremble. “Don’t resist me. Chance, I want to sleep with you tonight. And I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”
A naughty grin curves my lips as I brush my fingers through her hair. “So you like it a little rough?”
She nods, naughty glee in her eyes. “I think so.”
“You like it a little hard? A little dirty?”
Her breath comes in a harsh pant. “I do. I don’t want to be treated like a flower. I want to be treated like a woman. Like a woman who’s not breakable.”
I haven’t had sex like that in ages. Passionate, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other, clawing-at-the-sheets sex. And I want it with Sierra.
A groan works its way up my chest as I drag a hand through her hair. I give a quick tug to test her limits. She gasps, shuddering.
I groan. “You came to the right man. I have only one mission in bed.”
“What’s that?”
I slide my hands down her body, journeying to her breasts, and I squeeze those beauties too.
She arches her back, her lips parting in an “Oh, yes . . .”
“To give you orgasm after orgasm. For you to be drenched in pleasure. For you to come so beautifully hard that you can’t form words.” I bend my face to her neck, lick the hollow of her throat. “Because you’re the woman I can’t get out of my mind.”
She wraps her hands around my head, drags me closer so her lips are millimeters from mine. The air around us crackles as she whispers in a seductive voice, “Kiss me hard. Make it ruthless.”
What the lady wants . . .
I drop my lips to hers, and my body ignites.
It’s been years since I felt anything electric. Since I felt passion and heat.
Lust and desire.
And reckless need.
The second our lips connect, I feel all that, all the way down to my toes. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, coiling with need. The desire to touch her everywhere and to give her everything intensifies.
I’m dying to make her feel good and to feel good in return.
I kiss her hard, a deep, long kiss. Sucking on her bottom lip, I tug it between my teeth and yank her closer. There is nothing delicate about our kiss. It’s all fire and possession. And the way she claws at my shoulders, jerking me nearer, greedily asking for more, more, more, is all I need to know.
We are so much on the same page with everything.
Fiercely, I claim her mouth, making sure that my beard leaves marks across her skin. She seems to devour my kisses, to hungrily lap them up as she whimpers and moans. I move on top of her, pressing the full length of my body over hers, letting her feel the weight of me, the length of me.
That’s what she seems to want. And she takes that as I give it to her. She parts her legs, urging me to press and grind against her panties.
In my boxer briefs, I rock and thrust. She arches and moans. My head swims with lust and my body thrums with the promise of so much passion.
Her hands press against my chest, then she pushes me up. “Chance, I need you to know something,” she says, breathy, but there are no nerves in her tone. Just determination in her eyes.
“What is it, gorgeous?”
“I’ve never had sex before,” she says, direct and confident. “And for the longest time I’ve been wanting you to be the first man to fuck me.”
The world slows.
I need a few seconds to process what she’s said.
She’s a virgin.
But that’s all it takes.
I don’t need any more time since there is nothing uncertain about Sierra Blackwood’s intensity. There’s nothing unclear about her statement or her heated gaze.
And when the woman you want asks you to fuck her hard and good, what other answer is there?
I coast a hand down her body. “I would love to fuck you hard and good all night long, gorgeous.” Then I dip my face to her neck, sucking hard, making her moan before I let go.
She rocks up against me. “Well, you can start by getting me naked.”
