Kian ripped himself away. “No, Jordan. No.” He stood, moving toward the kitchen.
“What? What happened?” No way. I rose and went after him. He was about to kiss me. He wanted to kiss me. I felt it from him.
His hand lifted, as if to warn me away, but it changed. Everything about him changed. His face cleared, his eyes found mine again. “No, Jordan—f**k it.” His hands caught my face, and his lips were on mine in the next instant.
I gasped, but his lips were touching mine with a smooth pressure. I was lost in the feelings. His hands were gentle on my face, and then he paused. I felt him grinning against my lips.
He breathed out, “Is this okay?”
Winding my arms around his neck, I surged against him. “Hell, yes.”
He caught my waist and lifted me onto the table. His mouth became more deman
