Page 15 of Forbidden Flame

“I know you are.” I wished I could meet her daughter, that I could see how she turned out. Because I knew she was amazing. I’d only known Daphne for a few short hours, but she’d shown me the character of who she was. She was loving and kind, and hardworking and responsible. She cared about her family and put up with her overbearing brothers.

I wished things were different. That she wasn’t a part of our rival’s family. That her brothers and my cousins didn’t have a stake in our relationship. But the reality was different.

I had to be okay with one night. Daphne had set the parameters, and I’d agreed to them. Surely, she could see that we might have something more than just a physical attraction to each other. I’d never confided in anyone about my family. Not even Aunt Lori and Uncle Larry.

They always accepted my visits whenever I wanted to come. I always wondered if they knew, but I didn’t ask, and they didn’t mention it.

We lay on the blankets, the lights twinkling around us.

“This was the perfect date,” Daphne said.

“Maybe don’t mention the hot tub or sex to your brothers,” I joked, but I was serious.

Her lips twitched. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She rested on her back, and I propped myself on my elbow so I could look down at her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get a chance to be this close to her again.

“I’m not ready to let you go,” I murmured as I kissed her, enjoying the taste of champagne and fruit on her tongue. “I want to know what whipped cream tastes like on your skin.”

“I want that too,” Daphne said as she lifted her dress over her head. I helped her remove her bra and panties.

It hit me then that she’d trusted me tonight. She’d let go in a way she hadn’t with anyone else in a long time. I didn’t take that lightly.

I intended to worship her, to cherish her like she deserved. I hoped she’d remember this night forever.

I moved down her body, and she widened her legs for my shoulders. “I hope you think of me when you touch yourself.”

“I know I will.”

I palmed her breasts as my mouth latched onto her clit and sucked. She bowed off the blanket, and I moved an arm to hold her down. I didn’t want her avoiding this thing between us.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Look at me when my mouth is on you,” I demanded.

She lifted to her elbows. “Is this better?”

“That’s perfect.”

There wouldn’t be any closing of eyes or pretending she was with anyone else but me. “When you’re with me, you think of me.”

“That’s not hard to do. You’ve taken over my senses, my body.”

I licked and sucked until her voice faded away; then I inserted two fingers inside her. I’d never get enough of this or her. There was a desperate quality to this coming together.

I had a feeling this was our last time, and I needed to make it memorable.

When she was quivering around my fingers, I wiped my face, grabbed a condom, and smoothed it over my shaft. I entered her when her body was still flush, her muscles spasming around me. It felt so good to be inside her, to be surrounded by her wet heat.

“I’ve never felt anything better.” It was the truth. This woman owned me.

“Me either,” she whispered as I increased my pace.

Needing to be close to her, I lowered my body over hers, bracing my forearms on either side of her. In this position, there was more friction, and her breath caught.

“You’re gorgeous.”

She swallowed. “You keep saying that.”

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