There’s a tap at my shoulder, and Daphne is right there with a bold look of determination.
“Shut up,” she commands before taking my face in her hands, leaning over, and kissing me hard.
A bomb could go off at this very second and I would be oblivious, because all I can feel is this perfect, crushing kiss. Her body is warm against mine, and that orange cinnamon scent fills my lungs. Her tongue probes against my lips, and I open to her as we taste each other.
I have no control over my body as my hands fly up to her hips, dragging her from standing to straddling my crotch in what feels like two seconds flat.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, grinding against my denim-covered cock. The shaft springs to life, throbbing and already leaking precum.
“You taste better than I ever imagined,” I growl against her, letting my lips trail down her neck. When I get to her collarbone, I lick the hollow spaces there.
“I want you,” she whimpers, reaching down to unfasten the waistband of my shorts.
Her hand grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze right around its base.
“God, your cock is so warm…I need you inside me,” she sighs, her breath fanning across my face.
That’s when I pick it up, the sickly floral smell of the damn fairy wine. It fucking kills me to do it, but I take her hand off my cock and press it against the center of her chest. She looks at me, face glazed with confusion.
“You’re drunk, this isn’t right.” I stuff myself back into my pants.
“No, I want this, I want you.” She leans in to kiss me again. I dodge her lips, shifting my head to the side so that she smooches nothing but empty air.
“If that’s true, you’ll want me tomorrow too, right?” I say quietly, lifting her up in my arms as I stand.
“It doesn’t matter, I know what I want—”
I put my finger to her lips.
“Let’s sleep on it?” I ask as I place her in my bed, thankful that I’ve changed the sheets this week. I pull the heavy comforter up from the bottom of the bed and tuck her in.
“Will you at least cuddle with me?” She pouts. “I promise to keep my hands above the belt.” She holds up two fingers in a “Scout’s honor” style.
I may have been able to fend off her sexual advances, but hell if I’ll be able to turn down her more chaste offer.
I jump into the other side of the bed, getting under the blanket I never use, and play the part of the big spoon. There’s an ache, but somehow this is just as good as what was happening before.
“I can’t tell you how big of a weight off my chest telling you was,” I whisper, nuzzling against her ear. “I don’t know what came over me to finally tell you, but I’m glad I did.”
I wait for her to react, but the only thing I hear in response is the soft gurgle of her snore.
I let out a sigh, pulling her back closer against me, and just soak up the way her hair smells.
Chapter sixteen
Daphne
Myheadpoundsandfeels like it might actually split in half. I groan and attempt to push myself up. A cool cloth on my head slips down to the bridge of my nose before I fling it away and open my eyes.
Andri stands there, two small white pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He winces at the sight of me.
“Fairy wine has a hell of a hangover.”
“Oh my god, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus,” I groan before grabbing what he offers. I down the pills and almost the whole glass of water in one gulp. “I didn’t embarrass you last night, did I?” I brace myself for a scolding.
“Embarrass me? Hell no. I’ve been known to rage a time or two,” he laughs before looking suddenly worried. “Do you not remember last night?”
I scrub a hand over my face before freezing. “Did we—?” I pull the blanket up, making sure my clothes are still on. Everything looks as it should, so I delve deep into my memories to get a clear picture of last night.
