Caspian surged forward, his hand slipping up to cup her jaw as his mouth crashed onto hers, a collision of hunger and inevitability. Laura let out a soft, startled gasp, but her hands flew to his chest, gripping his shirt like she had been waiting for this just as long as he had. The bar between them was a useless barrier, and Caspian didn’t think—he just moved.
In a single, fluid motion, he pulled her forward, bringing her crashing onto his side of the bar. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, and Caspian was only aware of the fevered need coursing through him.
Her breath was a warm, urgent plea against his mouth, and he couldn’t get close enough, wouldn’t let any trivial distance separate their bodies. His hands found her hips, anchoring her to him with a roughness that
