Page 102 of Forbidden Flame

I moved Daphne to her back on the bed and propped myself up on an elbow so I could look at her. “I’m so happy we have some time together.”

She grinned. “I am too.”

I wanted to make the most of it. I had these feelings welling up inside my chest, and they seemed to be tied up in the vision of living in our own house together.

“I missed you,” I said again as my mouth met hers in a searing kiss. I poured every bit of emotion I was feeling into it. There was a desperate quality to our coming together, as if we knew it couldn’t last. That our little bubble was going to burst at any second.

At the same time, it felt like a solidifying of our emotions. Each time we came together, I felt more, fell deeper, and this time, it was all-encompassing.

Daphne’s fingers tangled in the hair on my neck as I moved down her body, shoving her sweater up so I could kiss the soft skin of her stomach and touch the undersides of her breasts. I sat back on my haunches, feeling overheated as she removed her sweater and tank, leaving her in a pink lace bra.

I cupped her breast through the cup, sliding a thumb over one erect nipple. Her breath caught.

“You’re so gorgeous. I’ll never get enough of you.”

She lifted her hips, arching against me as if seeking more friction. I didn’t want to rush this, but as usual there was an urgency between us. A sense that everything could disappear in a second.

Daphne reached for the button of my jeans, and I moved just out of reach, ridding her of her jeans and socks instead.

“I want to worship you.”

A soft smile spread over her lips. “You always do that.”

“And I always will.” The words fell from my lips with a sense of certainty I’d never felt before. This woman was it for me. To cover up the flood of emotions threatening to spill out, I hooked my fingers in her lace panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. “You’re gorgeous.”

Her skin was flush, her eyes glazed with lust. She reached for me, and I couldn’t resist pressing my body against hers.

Her hands ran under my shirt as we kissed and kissed and kissed. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I lifted up and pulled the shirt over my head, then pulled down the cup of her bra to give her nipple much needed attention. She held me to her with one hand while she cupped me through my jeans with the other.

I bucked against the pressure, needing more. Unable to resist, I pulled back, shucked my jeans, and grabbed a condom to throw on the bed next to us.

She grabbed my wrist as if to stop me. “We don’t need a condom, do we? I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested.”

“I’m clean. I’d never risk you that way.”

“I trust you,” she said, her hand still gripping my wrist.

I lowered myself over her body, pressing my cock at her entrance. The feel of being bare against her wet heat rushed through my head like a freight train. “I love you.”

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I didn’t want to say it during a heated moment, but I was being honest with her. This thing between us had developed into something far more than I thought possible.

She stilled beneath me, her eyes glimmering with tears. “I love you too.”

I kissed her, throwing myself into the moment.

Her legs widened to accommodate me, and the tip slid inside. The pleasure was so great, so intense, that I couldn’t hold back. My hips moved of their own accord, my dick sliding inside her.

“You feel phenomenal.” There were no words to describe what this woman did to me.

She reached up to touch my face. “You do too.”

When I was fully seated inside her, her breath came in short pants, her eyes darkened with heat, and I wrapped an arm around her back to hold her to me.

“Move, Cole.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled out, then watched the spot where we connected as I slid inside. Her pussy was tight, the walls pulsing every so often, sending an intense bolt of electricity through me.

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