When Karl pinned Kaija against the wall, he'd only intended to get a little payback for the way she'd toyed with his patience all evening. He had never expected her to actually indulge such a childish, unreasonable demand. The moment she did, however, every scrap of restraint he'd been clinging to snapped clean in half.
Bracing one hand against the wall beside her head, Karl lowered himself to her height and deepened the kiss. His other hand slid from her waist, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the fabric of her dress. His palm settled over the full curve of her ass and gave it a slow, possessive squeeze.
The unexpected touch made Kaija jolt, her back bumping lightly against the wall.
"Hey!" she protested, immediately catching his wandering wrist. "What's with the naughty hand?"
Karl's lips curved into a thoroughly unapologetic smile. Before she could pull away, he captured her mouth again.
