Our mouths fuse together as our hands roam across each other’s bodies, wanting and needing more.
“God, I want you so bad,” I murmur against her lips and grip the back of her neck, holding her tightly.
“I need you,” she says as her fingers slide under my dress shirt and splay across my stomach.
We tumble out of the elevator as soon as the doors open. She’s in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist, kissing me with so much force my lips burn.
I carry her toward my bedroom, one hand in her hair and the other cupping her ass as she grinds her sweet spot against my impossibly hard cock. I lay her on the bed and cover her body with mine, trying to take this as slow as humanly possible.
I don’t want to rush. The plane was pent-up lust, but this is something entirely different. Her hands are sliding through my hair, tugging on the ends as she deepens the kiss and locks her ankles behind my ass.
My lips glide across her jaw until I reach the soft skin on her neck and the spot I know drives her wild. “Don’t you dare leave a mark,” she tells me.
I smile against her neck. “Not on your neck,” I promise her, but anywhere else on her body is fair game. It’s childish, I know, but I want there to be no mistake that Daphne Gallo belongs to me.
14
Daphne
I’m aboutto walk into the bar and head up to my parents’ for Sunday dinner when Michelle texts me.
Michelle: How did last night go?
Me: Great, but…
I stop typing and hit send. My head is no less jumbled than it was the day before. Spending the night with Leo was everything I thought it would be. The way he made love to me slow and gentle, I felt the connection between us getting stronger and more intense.
Michelle: Life’s short, girl. I kind of like Leo, and I don’t say that lightly.
I sigh, knowing those words aren’t easy for her to say. Michelle understands the precariously sticky situation being with Leo puts us both in.
Me: I just don’t want my life to be shorter because of him.
The danger is real, even if my statement is meant to be funny. I can’t deny that, at any moment, we’ll be found out and one of our fathers will take matters into his own hands. Leo said he’ll handle everything and find a way to make peace. But it would take a miracle to bring our families together.
“Hey, stranger.”
I jump when I hear Vinnie’s voice. “For fuck’s sake, don’t do that shit.”
“Who you texting?” He tries to look over my shoulder, but I put the phone against my chest.
“Michelle.”
“Tell her hey. I missed her last night.”
“Don’t even think about sleeping with Michelle,” I tell him, poking him in the shoulder as he walks by me.
“Hey, Michelle’s a little too…”
“She’s what?”
The thing I know about my brother is he’ll sleep with just about any woman on the planet as long as she’s willing. It’s not that he doesn’t have standards, he just loves the female body so much he seems to want to try them all out.
“She’s not my type.”
I grab his arm as he starts up the stairway to our parents’ place with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “You don’t have a type. What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing.” He doesn’t look me in the eye when he speaks, and I know he’s hiding something. “You came home late last night, or early, depending on how you look at it.” He changes the subject to the one thing I don’t want to talk about.
