Raya felt a shiver run down her spine at the heat of Killian’s hand against her neck, leaning back into his touch just a fraction. She glanced sideways at him, catching the dark, simmering look in his eyes, and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing aloud at how fiercely protective he was being.
Raya leaned into Killian, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his tense cheek. The subtle gesture worked like magic; she felt the rigid muscles in his jaw relax under her lips, and his grip on the back of her neck softened into a gentle, caressing warmth.
Turning her attention back across the table with a bright, curious smile, she smoothly redirected the conversation. "So, Charles, do you work in the marketing aspects at Blackwood Industries, or what is your job title?"
Charle
