Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2) - London Miller Page 0,6
that grew as he turned to face her fully.
One second, she was still standing in the doorway, staring at him, and the next, she was across the room. She wrapped her arms around him just to prove he was real, that he was actually there. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, his heartbeat against her cheek.
But that wasn’t enough, not nearly, at least until his arms closed around her, and just like that … her world got a little smaller, she could breathe, and things felt right again.
Violet hugged Kaz tighter, not caring how he had gotten past the front desk without being seen, never mind how he managed to break into her place. She barely even considered the enforcer outside her door as she leaned up on her tiptoes to stare a grinning Kaz right in the eyes.
“Krasivaya,” he murmured.
Violet wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say first, but Kaz helped her out by pressing a hard, searing kiss to her smiling lips. It was like hearing an old, favorite tune the way he pulled her closer, and she fisted the back of his jacket to keep him right where he was. The soft swipes of his lips moving over hers turned demanding in a blink, his tongue striking out at the seam of her mouth.
Violet didn’t even care that her fingers ached from holding onto him so tightly, or that her lungs burned with the need for breath as he kissed her deeper, his tongue warring with hers for a brief moment before his teeth nipped at her bottom lip.
So familiar.
So good.
She didn’t give a fuck what her father thought. Things that fit together as perfectly as she and Kaz did weren’t wrong.
All too soon, Kaz was pulling away. She pouted, and he chuckled at her crestfallen expression before pressing another quick kiss to her lips. Violet shivered when one of his hands came up to cup her chin in his palm. She felt his thumb slide across her lower lip and then over her cheek.
“I guess that answers that, no?”
Violet let out a shaky breath. “Answers what?”
“Things,” he said vaguely.
She didn't have the first clue of what he was going on about, but at that moment, she was too caught up with the fact he was there with her to care about the rest.
There.
… with her.
In her place.
Violet’s eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to take a step back from Kaz. He held her in place, refusing to let her move farther away from him.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re here.”
Kaz smiled, lax and easy. “We’ve established that, yes?”
God, why did he have to sound so damn good when she needed to think?
“No,” Violet said, her fingers unfurling from the back of his jacket. “Here, in my place.”
“Locks aren’t really an issue for me, Violet.”
“Good to know.”
“And you haven’t called,” he added quieter.
Violet swallowed back the nervousness beginning to form. “I couldn’t.”
Kaz waved a hand high. “There’s no one here right now.”
“So?”
“Would you have called me tonight?”
Violet found his gray gaze and held it, answering honestly. “No.”
“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to call me. And then you come in here, and kiss me like that, so maybe it’s not a matter of not wanting to, hmm?”
“I couldn’t call. Someone is always around.”
“But not right now,” he reminded her.
“There’s someone outside. Tony—one of my father’s men.”
Kaz’s lip curled up at the corner. “Muscle, which doesn’t mean a whole lot.”
“It means that I can’t get out of here without him being right behind me. It means you couldn’t come here if I did call.”
“I don’t—”
“And that’s what I would have wanted,” Violet interrupted, hoping he understood. “I wanted to go—or you to be here, and I couldn’t have that, so I was waiting.”
Kaz sighed. “I missed you. I was tired of waiting.”
Violet didn't bother to contain her pleased smile. “Missed me, huh?”
He stroked her lips and cheek again with the pad of his thumb. “More than you know, sweetheart.”
“And what now?”
She couldn’t even hide the sudden dryness in her voice. It had been far too long since she had been close to Kaz, never mind having him touch her. It made her feel a little fuzzy in the head. Stupid, even. She didn’t care—she wanted more.
“Right now, whatever you want,” Kaz told her softly.
Violet’s answer was instant and immediate. “You. I want you.”
Kaz flashed her another one of his sexy smiles. “I’ve been working on that.”