Kavira POV
“I’ll grab some ice too!” I called over my shoulder, already heading toward the fridge.
Behind me, his voice was low, edged with heat. “We aren’t making it to the bedroom.”
Before I could fire back some smart remark, I heard the scrape of the kitchen door lock sliding into place. My pulse leapt half from the spike of anxiety at the thought of someone walking in, half from the intoxicating thrill that someone might.
I busied myself, pulling open the fridge and fishing out the ice. The cake came next, its frosting cool beneath my fingers as I sliced us a piece. That’s when I felt him his hands closing around my waist, drawing me back into something hard, something very hard, pressing insistently against me through my pants.
Turning toward him, I caught the sharp gleam in his
