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This girl leapt into the air, jumped onto me, wrapped her legs around my waist, and tried to snatch her phone back. My dick hardened inside my jeans, feeling her body heat against me in places that hadn’t been touched in a long time.
Longer than I’d like to admit.
“Give it! You can’t!”
The door opened on the seventh floor, and I headed to our room with her in my arms. When we reached our room, she wiggled out of my hold and glared up at me, standing in front of the door.
“So desperate for it, huh?” I leaned her up against the door and grinded myself against her. “Is this what you have wanted from me since our little meetup in the library?” She sucked in a breath, still reaching for her phone but not as focused on it anymore.
“Huh?” I pushed. “Is this what Little Miss Daphne wanted? Is this why she’s been so cranky today?” I drew my nose up the column of her throat and chuckled against her skin. “Does she need to be fucked?”
“No,” she said, breathily. “No… I don’t.”
CHAPTER 8
DAPHNE
I stared at him through wide eyes, the heat swelling in my core. My mind was a blur of thoughts, a hazy sensation between my legs. Apollo stepped closer to me, tucking some hair behind my ear.
“I see the way you press your thighs together in the library.” He moved closer until his nose brushed against my ear and his breath fanned my neck. “I know you need it, Daph. I know you need it badly.”
My nipples hardened, and I pressed my thighs together just like I did every day in the library with him. All the dirty things he’d say, that I’d pretend that I didn’t like… made me feel some type of way that I didn’t want to feel with anyone.
I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve yelled at him for following me up here.
For intruding on my quiet life.
For being the most infuriating, arrogant guy I’d met.
But instead, I stepped closer to him until my body was pressing against his, my fingers curling around his shirt. My brows knotted together as I stared up into his eyes which danced with surprise.
“Please,” I whispered. “You’re right. I need you. Badly.”
His eyes widened even more, but within the next millisecond, he grasped my face and crashed his lips onto mine. The heat of his body against mine made me desperate for more. I laced my hands into his hair and tugged.
“Please,” I murmured against his lips. “Please. Please. Please. Give it to me.”
The desperation in his touch, the way his fingers curled around my face, the mere intensity of his kiss… God, it was driving me wild. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and dangerous. But I couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Tell me to pull away,” Apollo murmured against me, pushing me into the room. “Because if you don’t, I won’t stop.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “More. I need more of you.”
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop, Daph,” he whispered. “Not with you.”
And while I was ready for him to tear off my clothes, something about his words made me think that he wasn’t only talking about sex. He was talking about something more, and somewhere in the haze, I didn’t mind.
“Why?” I asked, voice barely audible, my lips still on his. I tugged off his shirt. “Why?”
“Because you drive me fucking crazy,” he said, breaking the kiss enough to pull my shirt over my head. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because every time I look at you, I want to protect you from me.”
A rush of heat exploded through me, and I stroked him through his jeans.
Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing ever…
Apollo groaned into the kiss and unclipped my bra, his hands immediately finding my breasts and squeezing. I moaned against his lips, stroking him faster. He deepened the kiss, and backed me up until my legs hit the bed.
I should’ve felt trapped. My family was cursed. But I didn’t.
