KATY’S POV
I don’t know what it is, but I’m already moving before he even finishes speaking. My lips trail down his jaw, soft at first, then bolder when a low moan slips out of him and his fingers tighten at the back of my head, guiding me closer.
Leaning into him, I press a kiss against his neck slowly, and my fingertips graze across his chest, feeling the warmth through his shirt. His breath hitches, and then he mirrors me, his lips brushing against the side of my throat. The sensation makes heat pool low in my stomach, my thighs pressing together as a small gasp escapes me.
His hand slides along my waist, and just as he shifts to scoop me onto his lap, a loud, jarring sound cuts through the moment.
I freeze, my lips still against his skin. For a second, I think it’s in my head, but
