“We’re all going to die someday, Daphne, but it’s how we choose to live that’s most important.”
She stares at me for a minute, blinking with her lips parted. I can’t tell if my statement was a home run or the proverbial nail in my coffin of anything possibly happening between us.
“Did we at least kiss that night?” she asks.
I cover my mouth to hide my smile. This woman has me all kinds of crazy, and I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting more. “You don’t remember anything?”
Daphne shakes her head. “Not really.”
“Nothing?” I ask again in complete shock.
“Not a minute after the reception,” she tells me. “I think I would’ve remembered things if they were that earth-shattering or life-altering, but I have nothing. There’s not even a hint of a memory.”
I slide closer, wanting to be near her. “We didn’t even kiss. But I want to kiss you,” I tell her, needing to touch her lips more than anything in the world. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away or protest. I place my fingers under her chin, holding her eyes to mine.
“If there’s no spark, no connection, and you feel nothing, we’ll call this quits. You can walk off this plane, and you’ll never hear from me again. But,” I say and pause, leaning forward a little more and bringing my face closer to hers. “If you feel what I do, we see what happens. We owe ourselves that much.”
She doesn’t say anything as she stares deep into my eyes. Daphne’s barely breathing, and the air around us is thick and crackling with lust.
Her gaze drops to my lips as I move forward. I’m hungry for her. This girl has my body, mind, and soul all tied up in knots. She’s like some great cosmic joke, making me fall for the one girl in the entire city of Chicago I shouldn’t be falling for.
I slide my hand up her cheek, cupping her face in my palm as I press my lips to her soft, inviting mouth. The same electric shocks I felt before vibrate throughout my system as our bodies connect and our breathing becomes synchronized. She moves into my touch, her body craving the kiss as much as my own.
I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life. I’m used to getting what I want, but Daphne Gallo isn’t going to be an easy conquest. She’s going to fight me tooth and nail, and I’ll use any weapons necessary to win.
My fingers press into the nape of her neck, tipping her head back and allowing me to kiss her deeper and harder than before. She moans softly, sending the electric sparks scattering across my nerves, shocking my heart out of rhythm.
Sliding my other arm around her back, I pull her closer, wanting to feel her body against mine. As if on cue, she crawls into my lap, settling her warm, lush pussy against my agonizingly stiff cock. She digs her fingers in my hair, kissing me back with more fervor and passion than she did the night we met.
She feels. She can’t deny what this is. The lust. The passion. The want. The need. It’s there. It’s undeniable. It’s not love. It’s not caring. It’s sexual and inescapable for both of us.
She tips her head back, giving me full access to her neck. I slide my lips down her jaw, following a path to her pulse. Her heart’s pounding feverishly, matching my own. I tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her in this position so I can feast on her flesh.
The plane drops, and Daphne gasps, stilling in my arms. “We’re safe,bella,” I whisper against her skin before distracting her with my touch. “I got you.”
When I bite down gently on the soft spot near her shoulder, she relaxes in my arms and lets out a soft moan. She grinds against me, rocking her core across my cock. I’m a goner. Any resistance I have is quickly slipping, making it impossible for me to go slow.
“I want you. I need you,” I admit, knowing full well the explosive pleasure our bodies produce together. I’m not the type of man to admit such things. Especially not so early and with an unknown outcome. But Daphne Gallo does that to me. She makes me different from my usual self. She makes me…better.
Her fingers fall from my hair and are at the buckle of my belt, working quickly to release the metal prong, and I’m silently thanking the man above for letting her feel the spark too.
I release her hair, sliding my hands down her sides until I find the hem of her dress. Her skin’s soft and warm, calling me to touch every inch and lose myself in her completely as our mouths fuse together again.
She pulls at my zipper, yanking the metal down easily and exposing the head of my cock. Her fingernail brushes against the tip, and I’m momentarily breathless. When she reaches inside, wrapping her silky fingers around my hard shaft, I almost lose it.
I need to be inside her. I need to feel her around me more than I need the air I breathe. I shove her dress upward, exposing her bare pussy, and dig my fingers into the tender flesh of her ass. She scoots forward, placing her wetness against my hardness.
She lifts her bottom, one hand on my shoulder, and stares at me. With my cock in her hand, she says, “I feel it too, and I’m about to fuck it out of my system.”
I don’t argue.
I’m up for the challenge.
I’m about to fuck her so good, she’ll be begging for my cock again. This isn’t our goodbye. I refuse to let her throw me away, making me nothing more than a warm body and a hard cock with an expiration date.
Daphne drops down on my dick, impaling herself on my entire length as she digs her fingernails into the skin underneath my dress shirt.
