“Before you carried me out. Before I slept in your bed. Before I knew you wanted me back.”
I curl my hands at my sides.
“You need to stop.”
Her brows draw together. “Why?”
“Because I am trying very hard to stand over here.”
Her gaze drops briefly to my hands, then returns to my face.
“Maybe I do not want you over there.”
Every muscle in my body tightens.
“Kaia.”
“I wanted you long before the fire, Zain.”
That is the last warning either of us gets.
She is only a few steps from the wall beside the hallway. I cross the distance, catch her waist, and turn us in one movement, putting her back against it before either of us can pretend this is still a conversation.
She gasps softly.
One of my hands braces beside her head while the other stays firm around her waist, and I stop with my mouth inches from hers.
“Tell me to move.”
“No.”
“That was not the question.”
“I know.”
My fingers tighten at her waist.
She slides one hand up my chest.
“Closer.”
Fuck.
I kiss her.
There is nothing careful about it.
She opens for me immediately, and the sound she makes tears through what little restraint I have left. I pull her against me, feeling every soft curve as her fingers slide into my hair.
My hand moves over her hip and closes around her ass.
Kaia moans into my mouth.
I drag my lips along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes.”
