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, Karl lowered himself to her height, deepening the kiss. His other hand left her waist, sliding down her hips. It reached under her dress, running over the full curve of her buttock and gave it a gentle squeeze.
The sensation made Kaija's body jerk, her back hitting the wall. "Hey, what's with the naughty hand?" she complained, catching Karl's wandering hand.
Karl didn't let her retreat so easily. His lips curved into a smile, as he captured her mouth again. "That's your punishment for playing with my emotions," he teased, parting her lips for even better access.
