Page 129 of Replay
“Is this your fantasy?”She spread her legs a little, and pushed her knickers down so that they were stretched across her thighs.Spook’s attention skimmed lightly over her form, lingering in each place she touched herself.
“It’safantasy.”
“But notthefantasy?Okay, I’ll bite.Tell me what is.”
“Take them off first.”
Alle pushed the panties all the way down her legs and daintily stepped out of them, baring all.Then she met his gaze wearing a cheeky grin.
“Touch yourself.Pretend we’ve just spoken on the phone, and I’ve been a monumental tease.Now you’re so fucking horny that if I dare to show my face, you’d literally rip my clothes from me.”
“I totally would if you were wearing any.”As it was, she made a leisurely perusal of his form.He was exquisite, perfectly formed.
“Alle, eyes up here.”He pointed to his face, and even went so far as nudging her chin upwards.
She laughed as she obeyed his instructions, gazing into his blue, blue eyes.“You know, I don’t think I need to know what your darkest dirtiest fantasy is just yet.I only need to know that you still want me.”
“Oh, I want you.There are a whole host of incredibly filthy things I want to do to you…with you.But first, I want to watch you.”
From beneath her eyelashes, Alle watched him following her movements as she pinched her nipples into vibrant red peaks, and rubbed between her legs until standing became increasingly difficult.“Tell me, Spook.Please.”
He gave a nod.Then a surprising wash of colour flooded his cheeks.His smile became a touch sheepish.She loved how vulnerable he seemed as he began forming the words.“At its most basic, I suppose you’d call it kiss chase.”
“But let me guess, it’s not kisses you’ll demand.”
“Not only kisses,” he corrected her.His blue eyes were blazing, shining and alive with secrets and desires.
“Go on.”
“It’s a hunt, and I’m the hunter, and when I catch my prey, I get to do whatever it is I wish with it.Chastise it, bind it, bend it to my will.”
“Fuck it,” she mouthed, astonished that he was admitting this to her, this dark piece of his soul, especially after all he’d told her last night about all the things he’d been accused of.Then again, maybe that’s why it held such power.It was utterly forbidden.It was a rape fantasy in which he was the rapist not the victim.
“Does Xane know about this?”
He shook his head.“No one does, except you.It’s not the sort of thing one likes to admit to—stalker fantasies, especially ones in which the consent is a bit sketchy.”
“Inside your head, you can play out anything anyway you want.It’s not like you do this stuff for real.”She paused and swallowed, while simultaneously watching his Adam’s apple bob.“Spook, are you telling me this because you want to play make-believe with me?”
He couldn’t seem to look at her and his face became rudely flushed.His cock, mind, it stayed ridiculously firm.“Are you asking me if I’ll run so that you can catch me?”
“It’s too soon,” he blurted.“Forget I said anything.We only… for the first time, last night.I’m jumping too far ahead, too fast.Dammit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or saying or anything.”
Alle leaned forward and planted a hand upon his chest.“Do you want me to run, Spook Mortensen?”
His tongue poked out and swept his lower lip.The rasp of his teeth against that plump surface followed.“I do, but you shouldn’t.We should just curl up in bed and be gentle with one another.”
She tipped her head from side to side as if weighing up the two options.“You know the one sounds quite dull in comparison to the other.”
“Alle,” he sighed, and pulled his fingers through the strands of his soaking wet hair.“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Rubbish.You should say all the things to me.Always.I’m going to ask you again.Do you want me to run, Spook Mortensen?”
His gaze couldn’t stop dancing left and right.Alle took hold of his hand, which seemed to anchor him.Finally, his gaze settled, and bingo, eye contact.
“It’ll be rough.I won’t be kind.”
“Rough as in you’re going to fuck me extra hard, or rough as in you’re going to belt my behind?”
