Begging
Juniper
My awareness narrowed to Caspian walking behind me, his hand on the small of my back, and his gaze heavy on my body. We reached the bedroom.
The door clicked shut behind us, and I spun to face him. His hands were on me, all over me, as we crashed together like waves against the rock.
His mouth was insistent against mine. Every thought of my troubles, of the reunion and my sister and everything else on the entire planet, ceased to exist. There was only Caspian, turning me until he could press me up against the door.
That same heat from earlier roared back to life, making our movements desperate and demanding. His lips dragged along mine, opening. His tongue brushed mine, sending sparks swirling through my body.
I couldn’t douse this inferno between us even if I wanted to. And at the moment, I wanted it to consume me. Magic buzzed between us, flowing back and forth like the tide.
Caspian moved his mouth to my throat, his teeth scraping over the delicate skin. I groaned, lost to the sensation. All of the tension melted out of my body, and I had to cling to Caspian to stay upright.
He growled against my skin. “Juniper, tell me I can taste you.”
Oh, fuck.
He’d already had his hands all over me. I’d ground down on him in the bathtub. He’d had my nipples in his mouth. But this was so much more.
Some small part of my brain reminded me that it was a bad idea, while the rest of my body threw a fireworks celebration.
He leaned back, and his expression was pained. Slowly, Caspian dropped down to his knees. “Baby, please. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t taste you.”
I looked down at him, my pulse pounding in my ears and under my skin until the feel of his hands on my hips scorched me, like my blood screamed for him.
“I need you,” he said hoarsely.
Each breath was tight. I couldn’t get enough air.
Peeling his hands off me, I stumbled back until my calves hit the bed. I sat down heavily on the mattress, my chest heaving and my lips parted as I panted.
“Caspian,” I rasped, trying desperately to pull myself together.
We could not do this. I needed to look anywhere but at his defined abs and the V of muscle leading south.
Fuck, why is he so pretty, and kind, and funny?
If I dreamed up my ideal man, he still wouldn’t be as perfect for me as Caspian was.
Instead of standing, Caspian began to crawl across the bedroom toward me. My fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to find some anchor in the chaos. I couldn’t look anywhere but Caspian as he crawled closer.
“What are you doing?”
He smirked. “Begging.”
His shoulders flexed, his back muscles rippling. I knew what those divots felt like under my fingers and how my magic sang when our skin made contact.
When he reached me, he sat back on his heels and raked his damp metallic hair off his gorgeous face. His eyes glowed a silvery seafoam in the darkness.
“Juniper, I have no dignity left. I’d give up everything I have for you. It’s all yours now anyway.”
“It’s just the magic,” I said, the argument sounding weaker each time I repeated it.
“Let me show you how much I want you,” he rumbled.
My core clenched as a wave of arousal surged in my stomach, rippling out and filling my entire body with need.
