Page 96 of Beast and Remedy
“Or what?” A light challenge lies behind the question. “You’ll kiss me?”
I tense, and hiss, “Be quiet, or they’ll hear us, you imbecile.”
He smirks, a fire ablaze behind his gold-flecked irises. “Careful, Rosebud. Or I’ll have to punish you for that.”
The promise of punishment to drive pleasure from me, to edge me and remind me I am his and he is mine, runs my mouth dry. I clench my thighs, trying not to imagine it.
He uses my lingering stare as an invitation to scoot closer. “We could go beyond this cave, say we are checking the perimeter, just so I press you up against a tree and kiss you senseless.”
Oh fuck.
My stomach plummets, and I turn away, trying to gather my bearings.
We can’t be seen, can’t be caught, but most importantly, can’t do everything we both are dying to do.
But Beau leans in, his breath hot against my ear, as he fuels my desire. “And then I can drop to my knees and taste you, worship you, and then fuck your needy cunt raw until you beg me for release.”
I shudder.
His words paint a vivid image, my arousal hard to deny knowing what his fingers, his mouth, and his cock can do.
Sweet. Fucking. Makers.
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why can’t we just be on watch together?”
“You know why.” His hand trails up my side.
I track Beau’s movements, loathing how badly I want him to touch me. Disappointment rages in my chest when he circles myarm, leaving me desperate to feel him trace my bare skin rather than my shirt.
“Ugh. Why must everything you say sound so perfect and so right?” I sigh, my restraint wavering the more his presence consumes me.
“Youknowwhy.” He cups my face, our eyes meeting.
My control slips.
The soft press of his lips against mine sends me into a frenzy.
I grab his tunic and yank him closer, deepening our kiss. The two of us fill ourselves with the missing part of our souls.
Beau groans, and I answer with a moan before breaking apart.
“I want you to kiss me senseless,” I pant, unable to deny myself any longer.
“So fucking badly,” he agrees, bringing my mouth to his.
I melt into him, relishing the blend of his scent, his kiss, his love. Deities, he is my heart and soul. And I have missed—
A twig snaps.
Beau and I whirl back in alarm, holding each other close, scanning our surroundings.
The spell of desire cleaves itself from me as I take in early glimpses of dawn. Painfully, I relinquish my hold on Beau, releasing his tunic and sweeping my wavy tresses away.
He follows my lead despite his visible reluctance, respecting my boundaries and always trying to see light in every situation.
“Maybe I am a seer,” he comments, my eyebrow arching in confusion. “Now wehaveto go check outside.”
I can’t help a soft snort escaping as he stands and brushes off his trousers before extending his hand. But despite his lightheartedness and understanding, I’m being pulled in two different directions.
