I rock against him, tentatively at first, testing the friction, and it feels so good my eyes close in bliss.
My fingers slide into his hair, tugging. He groans, one hand on my hip with
his thumb stroking in slow, insufferably gentle circles, the other dragging down my spine.
I grind with more urgency, searching for that perfect angle that would give me the relief I want. But when I emit a sound I’ve never made before, a sort of feral growl, Caspian pulls back.
His eyes are clouded over, his breathing ragged.
“We need to slow down.”
I blink, absurdly offended, like he took away something that was already mine.
“But it felt good.”
He lets out a low, delighted laugh. “It really did.”
“So why stop? I don’t want to stop.”
I don’t even care that I sound whiny. Touching Caspian, having him touch me, feels out of this world good, and I’m not ready to let go of that.
He presses a soft kiss on my forehead.
“I don’t want to stop either, but that’s what we’re going to do.”
“But I want more,” I insist, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I do my best to look irresistible and seductive.
“Antonio.”
He sounds stern. I think I like his stern voice. My body certainly does.
I shift in his lap, and he lets out a soft groan.
“I want to give you everything you want, and I think you know that,” he says. Fireworks explode in my chest. I’m in so much trouble.
His fingers hook in the waistband of my jeans and he tugs, and for one fleeting moment I think I won.
Then he lifts me off him with infuriating ease and carefully sets me beside him. His thumb drags along my hipbone.
I pout. “This is not you giving me what I want. This is you doing the opposite.”
He laughs softly.
“Believe me, you’re getting everything you want,” he says in that low voice he clearly uses just to torment me. “But not tonight.”
He leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth, making me gasp.
“Also, I can’t help but feel you need to practice patience.”
My mouth opens. And closes. I narrow my eyes. He smiles. I scowl. He grins. I huff.
Then I lean against him, breathing him in.
I realize with terrifying clarity that I’m ruined.
Not by the kissing.
