“I saw you at the bar before you took my coat. I thoughtyou were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I wasn’t lying this morning.”
My mouth dropped open. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He scratched the back of his head, suddenly sheepish. “I didn’t want to seem like a stalker.”
“There’s no way—” I scoffed.
“I wanted you so badly from that very first second, but then you took my coat, and things got a little complicated. I didn’t want to scare you.” His features sharpened, stealing my breath and making me lightheaded. “But my feelings for you have only grown. And now, I am begging you, let me make you feel good.Please.”
This man had crawled to me, begging to touch me, and the excuse of his coat bonding us together was so flimsy, all I could see was his burning gaze. His hands sliding up my thighs had every one of my nerves singing. He said he’d die if he didn’t taste me. I was starting to feel like I’d die if I didn’t let him.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Be clear with me, Juniper.”
I swallowed, my throat feeling thick. He was really going to make me spell it out. My cheek stung with my blush.
“Yes, Caspian, I want you to make me feel good.” I sucked in another ragged breath. “I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way, but I’d like to touch you too.”
Each movement was sinewy grace as he rose up. Heart racing, I shoved myself back, giving him room. Slowly, hepushed me down until he hovered over me. His sleep pants were tented with his erection, and I licked my lips. He clocked the move, his midnight pupils expanding until they ate up the silver-blue.
Our last kiss had been frantic. This time, when he brushed his lips across mine, he was methodical. I kissed back, parting my lips and urging him to give me more as my magic surged, but he wouldn’t be hurried. He stretched out, propping his weight on his elbows and threading his fingers into my hair so he could angle my head just how he wanted it.
I gasped, on fire from every point of contact. It took all my self control to not hook a leg over his hips and grind against him. My hand ran over his bare skin, and it felt like I was being electrocuted. Magic fizzed between us until every cell in my body screamed for him.
His kiss softened, and I moaned when he kissed my jaw and then below my ear. I arched under him as he worked his way down my throat and across my collarbone. His calloused hand slid under my shirt, easing it up so he could trail open-mouthed kisses over the swell of my breasts. I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on, and from his hum, he appreciated the fact.
I whimpered when he closed his mouth over one nipple. He gently sucked while running his thumb over the other one.
“Holy shit,” I exhaled. “You’re going to make me come just from that.”
He lifted his head, fixing me with that iridescent gaze. “We can trythat later.”
A dry laugh escaped me. He made it sound like this would be happening again, and it made my stomach do strange things. My selkie returned his attention to my body, licking down to nip the underside of my breasts. I squirmed under him, overwhelmed with the pleasure edged with pain.
He soothed the bite with a kiss. “You are so perfect. A hundred years of having you wouldn’t be enough.”
What the hell is a girl supposed to say to that?
I gaped at him as he lowered down my body, kissing and nipping my soft stomach in a way that would have made me embarrassed with anyone else. But it was Caspian. He’d made his feelings very clear, and for the first time, I felt wanted exactly as I was, not in spite of my curves.
“Can I take these off?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, reaching down to my waistband. Before I could slide it down, he took the fabric between his teeth and dragged it down my thighs. A moment later, he tossed my shorts over his shoulder.
A hoarse giggle burst out of me. He looked up again, a wry smile curving his full lips. My laugh turned to a choked curse when Caspian dipped his head and ran his tongue over my center.
“Fuck, baby, you taste better than I imagined,” he murmured, settling between my legs and curling his big hands over my thighs and easing them further apart.
The only answer I had was a string of panted curses.
Caspian ate like he was starving. I twisted my fingers in the sheets and held on for dear life. He was relentless, and I was wound so tightly from three days of heated glances and lingering touches.
His tongue plunged into me, and my thighs closed over his head. Gently, his fingers pressed into my skin, holding me still as he fucked me with his tongue. My moans grew louder, my legs shaking as he drew me higher. I couldn’t handle the intensity. That was not normal. Nothing had ever felt so good.
It felt like we were on the edge of something, like if I gave into this between us, things would change forever. It was more than his selkie magic or my water magic, deeper than him being beholden to me. A connection wrapped around my heart, tying me to him.
“Caspian,” I gasped.
