I kiss her back hard.
My hand closes around the back of her neck while the other locks around her waist and pulls her onto me. She makes a small sound against my mouth, and it tears through whatever restraint I had left.
I deepen the kiss.
She opens for me.
Fuck.
I taste her slowly for half a second, then lose any claim to patience. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and she meets me with a hunger that makes my cock go hard all over again.
Her body fits against mine, soft breasts pressed to my chest while warm thighs shift across my lap and my shirt rides higher.
Every instinct I own turns vicious.
Mine.
The thought hits harder than before.
I drag my mouth from hers just long enough to breathe, then kiss her again because one taste was never going to be enough.
Kaia grips my shoulders.
“Zain.”
The sound of my name in that voice nearly ends me.
I kiss the corner of her mouth, her jaw, then find her lips again as my hand moves from her waist to her thigh.
Bare skin.
Warm and soft beneath my palm.
My fingers tighten.
She gasps.
That sound clears my head.
Not completely.
Enough.
I freeze.
Kaia is in my lap, wearing my shirt, in my bed, only hours after losing her home.
“Fuck.”
I pull away.
Her lips are swollen and her breathing uneven, and the sight nearly drags me back.
I lift her from my lap and set her carefully on the mattress before getting to my feet.
Kaia stares at me as confusion replaces the heat in her eyes.
“I should not have done that.”
