Page 89 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys ignored the warmth building in her chest, the way Kenyatta’s gaze never left her, the way he read her too damn well.

“You think too much,” he murmured.

She fired back, sipping her wine. “And you assume too much.”

He studied her, his smirk deepening. “Nah…you always thinking too much.”

Krys rolled her eyes, but the way he was looking at her, like he could see through every damn defense made her stomach flip.

Kenyatta stepped closer. Too close. His gaze darkened, slow, heavy. He licked his lips, his voice dropping into something thick and deliberate.

“What we doing, Krys?”

Her pulse jumped. “What?”

“You heard me.”

The space between them thickened.

Krys swallowed, voice careful. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kenyatta chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, you do.”

She hated the way he was looking at her. Like he knew she wasn’t in control anymore. Like he knew that if he took one more step…

“Krys.”

Her body went still, her breath caught, her grip on reality slipping further.

Damn it!

Kenyatta took that one step that closed the space between them, making the air thicker, hotter, heavier.

Krys swallowed, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “You need to go back to bed.”

Kenyatta tilted his head. “Is that what you really want?”

Her pulse pounded. She didn’t answer. Didn’t trust herself to because the truth was, no, that wasn’t what she wanted.

And he knew it.

Kenyatta lifted his hand, slow, careful, deliberate.

She should have moved. Should have stopped this, but instead she let him. Let him trail his fingertips along her jaw, slow, soft, dangerous. Let him tilt her chin slightly, his touch featherlight but commanding. Let him bend down just enough that his breath brushed against her lips.

“Krys…”

Her hands curled into the counter. Her body leaned forward before she could stop it. Kenyatta took that as permission. His lips barely brushed hers, and it was like something exploded inside her.

Krys let out a sharp breath, her hands lifting to his chest, but not to push him away. However, she quickly discovered that touching him was the biggest mistake of all. Because the second she touched him, she was gone.

Kenyatta kissed her like he’d been waiting for this. Like he knew this was the moment they couldn’t come back from. His grip tightened at her waist, pulling her against him, and she let him.

She let this happen. Because she wanted it too damn bad. Krys felt the moment slip away from her grasp. Her mind screamed at her to stop this. To pull back, to remind herself that this was not supposed to happen. That this was not part of the deal. But her body betrayed her.

She felt the warmth of Kenyatta’s hands against her waist, firm, claiming, deliberate. The slow, unhurried way he deepened the kiss, like he had all the time in the world, like he knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

She wasn’t. She didn’t want to.

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