Page 140 of My Italian Love Affair

Daphne pulls back just slightly, pressing a hand to my chest, her breath ragged.

"We shouldn't do this."

"Why not?" I murmur, my hands tightening at her waist, daring her to come up with a reason I’ll actually accept.

"Because I'm supposed to hate you."

I tilt my head, smirking.

"Are you?"

"Yes," she insists, but it sounds weak. Like even she doesn’t believe it.

I drag my fingers over her waist, teasing. I dip my head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just below her jaw.

She inhales sharply.

"Why?" I murmur against her skin, trailing my lips lower.

She swallows hard.

"Because you're arrogant."

I hum, kissing the hollow of her throat.

"Mmhm."

"Because you drive me insane," she continues, her voice barely steady.

My lips brush over her collarbone.

"Do I?"

"You - you’re -"

Her words falter, swallowed up by a soft, desperate sound asI find the sensitive spot beneath her ear and bite down gently.

There it is.

I smirk against her neck, my tongue sweeping over the mark I just made.

"That doesn’t sound like hate to me,bella."

Before she can argue, before she can even think, I kiss her again.

This time, it’s different.

Deeper. Harder.

Possessive.

I fist my hands in her hips, gripping her like I might lose my mind if I let go. She makes a muffled noise against my mouth, her fingers curling into my hoodie as she finally gives in and pulls me closer.

My pulse roars in my ears as she moves against me, moving further into me like she can’t get enough.

Iknewit. Iknewshe wanted this just as badly as I did.

One of my hands slips lower, gripping her hip as I back her up and press her against the row of lockers behind her. My thigh slides between hers, hard and deliberate, and the sound that leaves her lips -

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