Chapter Forty Five
Venessa POV
Dinner was over, but the heat between us had only just begun.
Khalid didn’t give me a chance to overthink. The moment the plates were cleared, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing, stepping between my thighs. His bare chest pressed against me, hot and solid, as his mouth claimed mine in a deep, hungry kiss.
I moaned into him, my hands greedily exploring the hard planes of his body I’d been drooling over all evening. My fingers traced every ridge of his abs, slid up to his broad chest, then around to dig into his powerful back. He felt like warm steel under my touch.
“Been thinking about this since I saw you staring at me while I cooked,” he growled against my lips, voice rough with lust. “You were practically f*****g me with your
