JUNIPER’S POV:
“Get out!” His voice rings cold in my mind, echoing the frigid demeanor he had this morning.
I stay still for a moment, letting the command sink in, but all I feel is the burning ache from where his hand grips me. This man is twisted—complicated in every sense of the word.
I can’t figure out what he wants, but damn, he’s hot. The pain from his hold seems to morph into something else—pleasure. And all I can think about is closing the space between us and pressing my lips against his. I lean in, but before I can act on the impulse, he grabs my other hand, pinning it against the table. The raw strength behind his touch sends a shiver down my spine. His grip tightens.
“You don’t want to do that,” he says, but all I hear in his voice is a low, seductive growl that sends heat
