Chapter 32 Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Chapter 32
“Javier?”

“Come in,” his sleepy voice says.

I enter his night-light-lit room. Ever since Dakota and I worked hard to put a protection spell around the house, we haven’t had any attacks and Javier can sleep peacefully.

“We need to talk, big guy.”

“About what?” His voice is getting softer and smaller.

I inhale deeply and exhale before laying down beside him. He puts his head on my shoulder before wrapping his arms around my torso. I wrap my arms around him and bring him closer.

“I wanted to let you know that I might be leaving in a few days.”

His head abruptly shoots up. “You’re leaving me? Did I do anything wrong?”

“No, no, no, you didn’t.”

“Then why are you leaving? Did Daddy do anything wrong? If he did, I’m going to be very angry with him.” He sits up and looks at me. I almost laugh at his words. I have half a mind to lie and see a very angry Javier with Casper, but I don’t.

My heart squeezes. “I’m not leaving forever. I’m coming back in three or four days.”

“You’re coming back very, very soon?”

I nod and he smiles and resumes our former position. “As long as you promise you’ll come back to me, you can go,” he mumbles.

“You don’t want to know why?” I question curiously.

“You’re coming back. I don’t need to know,” he repeats.

“I promise I’ll be back and I’ll call every day,” I assure him again.

He simply nods and holds onto me tighter. Very soon he falls asleep but I don’t move. I stay and think if it is actually a good idea to leave and go into unknown territory. Maybe I should ask Grandma and Luna what they think, or Dakota. Or all three.

I decide to see Casper, so I carefully untangle myself from Javier. I kiss his forehead before leaving and walking the short distance to Casper’s suite. I take a deep breath. We haven’t talked since yesterday’s incident and every time I try to talk to him, he leaves the room. How do I tell him that I don’t really mind and I want to take things further with him?

The smell of coffee hits my nostrils as I enter the suite. I immediately know where he is. I enter the kitchen to see him shirtless and leaning on the countertop with a cup of coffee pressed to his lips. My throat goes dry at the sight of his shirtless back.

I shake my head and swallow before clearing my throat. He turns around and his eyes widen when he sees me. I block the doorway, making sure he doesn’t have a means of escape this time.

“We need to talk,” I tell him and he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps on drinking his coffee. I get a little bit angry at him ignoring me.

“Why are you ignoring me, Casper?” He still doesn’t answer. In fact, he just finishes his coffee and washes the cup before coming to stand in front of me. He tries to pass through.

“This isn’t funny, Casper, answer me. You can’t keep running away when you get horny.”

“You sound ridiculous.”

“That’s because this situation is ridiculous.” He simply grabs my shoulders and moves me out of the way slightly before walking out of the kitchen. He takes a seat on the sofa in the sitting room and picks up the remote control.

I walk over to him and stand by his side. “Casper, you’re being dramatic. You’re not talking to me because you had a normal reaction to a make-out session? Come on.”

He increases the volume of the movie that he’s watching without even sparing a glance at me. I get tired of him blatantly ignoring me and I stand in front of him, blocking his view of the TV.

“You’re in my way, Odetta,” he simply says.

I cross my hands over my chest. “Well, I’m not leaving,” I firmly say.

“I don’t want to discuss this with you.” He groans and rubs his face.

“Why? Do you know what people in relationships do? Talk.”

“You don’t understand, do you?”

“Understand what?”

“What you do?”

“I don’t do anything.”

“I’ve taken three cold showers today just watching you eat and walk, so please leave and don’t make it four. I can’t enter my office without remembering you on my desk or imagining how good you’ll look on my bed, or on the kitchen counter, or—fuck, now I really need a cold shower,” he groans out.

Cold showers mean—oh—

“I don’t want to scare you with my feelings,” he says.

“Then let’s talk. I’m not scared and whatever you want to do to me, I want it too.”

We look at each other for a while and I feel the air shift. We both understand the implications.

“I’m not some pure virgin that can’t handle anything,” I murmur.

“Odetta. I hope you know what this means.”

“I want you, Casper.”

“You don’t want me to lose control. I don’t know your boundaries. I’m warning you.”

“You talk like you’re Professor Sex. What’s the worst you can do?” I snort.

He frowns at me. “Odetta,” he growls out in warning.

I ignore him and decide to show him that I can be sexy, so I advance and move on top of him with my legs on each side of his legs so I’m straddling him. I put my arms around his neck and look into his eyes.

I kiss him once, then twice. “What are you doing?” he asks. His voice is low and hoarse.

“Trying to prove a point,” I murmur and pepper kisses on his neck. I feel him harden underneath me and smile.

He tries to pull me off and lets out a forced chuckle. “I hope you know you’re playing with fire,” he says against my lips.

“Could you be any more cliché?” I snort. “Going on about how you don’t want to scare or hurt me. I don’t care.”

He doesn’t take kindly to my words and in a flash, I’m under him, laying with my back on the couch while he’s hovering over me.

“I think you like testing my patience,” he says in a very low voice that sends shivers down my spine.

He presses our hips together and I bite my lips to prevent myself from moaning.

“What can I say, I like seeing you angry.”

He smiles. “You’re a handful, you know.”

“Just how you like it,” I whisper and press my lips against his.

He takes back control of the kiss immediately and leads me. His tongue presses against mine harshly and I move to bite down on his bottom lip and tug. He responds by digging his fingers into my ass. I can already see the bruises forming.

He pulls back out of breath. “I want to show you something.”

He starts to kiss the column of my throat. He goes down the valley between my breasts and I start to giggle when he kisses my stomach. He playfully chomps down on the bit of fat there and we laugh.

My breath hitches when he slides his fingers into the band of my shorts and starts to pull it down. He settles in between my thighs and gives soft butterfly kisses to each of them.

He looks up at me and I hold my breath. No one’s ever done this for me before.

His dark eyes looking at me like I’m his last meal is all I remember before I cry out.