I shove the dark thought away and focus on the way his body feels under my hand. “Things will get ugly, so I think we should skip the fight and go straight to making up.”
Mikhail watches my hand slide higher and higher up his leg. As I trail my fingers over the seam of his pants, he spreads his thighs slightly.
“I’ll take that as your agreement?”
Mikhail grabs my waist and lifts me onto his lap. “Stop talking or we’ll be in a very different kind of hand-to-hand combat.”
I arch a brow. “Then you better keep my hands busy.”
He grips my neck, his fingers pressing into my spine while his thumb settles over my pulse. When his lips press against mine, I’m sure he can feel my heart rate pick up. It’s why his lips are tilted into a smug smile.
That smile is why I pull away so I’m kneeling on
