Kira’s POV
“What?” he asked, raising his head, desire still dark in his eyes as a few strands of hair fell into his face, messy and unfairly hot, his lips pink and swollen… courtesy of yours truly
The corners of his mouth curled slightly as confusion began to settle in his expression.
I pulled back slowly, studying him. Then, without saying a word, I pressed a palm to his chest and pushed him backward. He let me, no hesitation, though his eyes roamed over me like he was trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.
Here goes nothing.
I stepped down from the table.
“What is it?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached for his hands… his large hands, so big my palm could barely cover four of his fingers—and pulled him toward the chair behind the table. He followed without a word, and
