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DAPHNE

Kissing Sterling like this was surreal enough for me. Kissing him like this while leading him blindly to my bedroom? Well, that was like a dream coming to life.

My brain was definitely struggling to process what was happening, but my body was miles ahead, already roaring to go. I moaned into his mouth when his tongue swept along my own, his hard abdomen pressed tight to mine.

With his hands in my hair and our chests practically molded together, we stumbled into my bedroom and crashed down on the mattress, making out like horny teenagers who had been denied the opportunity for much too long. Sterling rolled us over once we landed, caging me against the bed with his body.

I pressed my fingers harder against his head, angling my own to kiss him deeper. Every nerve ending I had was singing, my body desperate for everything he had to give. Hyper aware of every part of him, I felt his leg sliding between mine, his thigh nestling right in the sweet spot.

A shiver of pleasure slid through me. Sparks traveled from my toes to my core at the friction, but at the same time, I was focused on his elbows next to my shoulders and his soft lips on mine. I couldn’t get enough of him.

The one thing that stole my attention more than anything else was that one thing—Sterling North was hard. Very, very hard.

For me.

The bulge of his erection pressed against my hip and it was like steel. Knowing he was as turned on as I was spurred me on, making me need to touch him in ways I never would have thought I’d be brave enough to do with him.

In this moment though, he wasn’t Sterling North, the unattainable demigod who would never even look my way. He was just a guy who was kissing me like he had been waiting for this as long as I had and he couldn’t wait any longer either.

Finally releasing his hair, I ran my palms along the strong planes of his back, memorizing the feel of him before hooking an ankle around his ass. I pulled him even closer to me and he groaned. His hips started to rock slowly.

“Daphne,” he ground out between kisses that were growing more passionate by the second.

“Don’t,” I whispered into his mouth, terrified that he was going to come to his senses. “Don’t stop and don’t hold back.”

“Trust me, I’m not stopping.” He slanted his lips back over mine with renewed fervor, his hands sliding into my own and pinning them to the bed. “God, I want you.”

“Same,” I moaned into the kiss, rolling my hips against that steel rod in his pants as he positioned himself between my legs.

Sliding my hands down, I tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled it off over his head, gasping at the hard heat of him once it was gone. Sterling lowered the zipper of my dress before easing himself off me so he could help me out of it.

I wriggled free, my gaze hooked on his as the fabric slid to my ankles. He didn’t break eye contact as he swept it off, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. The tops of his cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly swollen from the force of our kisses.

Sucking in a breath, he finally dropped his eyes away from mine, groaning out loud as he ran them across the length of my body. Left only in panties and a strapless bra, I was more exposed to him than I had ever been, but he seemed to like what he was seeing.

In return, I dragged my own gaze over the stacked blocks on his torso, then reached for him, tugging him closer by his belt. He laughed, coming willingly, and I lifted my head to kiss him again.

As his tongue slid into my mouth, I made quick work of his belt and his fly with his help. I kicked off the slacks once they were open, unable to believe that he was nearly naked on top of me.

Soft groans of pleasure rumbled through his chest. Then he swore, kissing me hard before pulling away. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Neither do I.” I scrunched up my nose, disappointed but not about to let that stop me. A smile spread on my lips as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on the mattress with me. “There’s lots we can do without one.”

I felt his lips curve into a grin against my own, and relief raced through me that he wasn’t letting it deter him either. His lips came back to mine and he kissed me hungrily, not stopping until I was burning for him.

My panties were drenched, my nipples were hard, and everything in me was screaming for release. Sterling seemed to sense it, his hand sliding down my side until he hit the waistband of my panties. He paused there, reaching his free hand around to unhook my bra and then lifting his head to look at me once it was gone.

Without saying a word, he brought his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking it in, and his fingers finally skated beyond the elastic of my underwear. I waited for him to take them off, but he didn’t do it, sliding his fingers across my almost bare pubic mound and sucking in a sharp breath when he realized how little hair I had there.

“This is a surprise,” he murmured against my skin. His tongue elicited the most amazing sensations from me as it lazily circled my nipple. “You’re so fucking sexy, Daph. I can’t wait to take this.”

He patted my mound as he said it. Then his fingers found my clit and my brain shattered. Sterling played me like a fiddle, the pads of his fingers everywhere I needed them to be whenever I needed them to be there.

Moaning uncontrollably, I reached for him in turn, my inhibitions obliterated by the magic he was working on me. Following his lead, I allowed my hand to dive into his underwear but I didn’t take them off, kind of feeling like it was safer to keep some layers of fabric between us.

As soon as my fingers brushed against him, he hissed and his hips started rolling slightly, breaking the last working parts of my brain. Sterling North was wet. For me.