When Karl pinned Kaija to the wall, he only wanted to get a little payback for how she'd tested his patience. He never expected she would actually indulge his childish, unreasonable demand, but when she did, all of his restraint snapped.
One hand braced against the wall, he lowered himself to her height, deepening the kiss. His other hand left her waist, sliding down her hips and then under her dress, running over the full curve of her buttocks before giving it a gentle squeeze. The sensation made her body jerk, her back hitting the wall.
"Hey, what's with the naughty hand?" she complained, catching his wandering hand as she pulled away from the relentless attack of his tongue.
He didn't let her retreat so easily, lips curving into a smile as he captured her mouth again, parting her lips for even better access. "That's your punishment for playing with my emotions," he teased between ragged breaths.
