Davien's P. O. V
"Ah!"
"Mwah!"
"Haa!"
Without breaking the kiss, I hooked my arms underneath Kian's ass and hoisted his feet off the ground. Deepening the kiss, he hooked his legs around my torso and cupped the side of my face, moving his lips roughly against mine.
My palm rode up his spine making him shudder under my touch. I walked over to the door and closed it from inside, then placed Kian's back against the wall.
Pulling away, I watched Kian roll his tongue across his lower lip, savoring my taste. I ran my fingers through my hair, still drinking in the shock that he was here, with me, and not Knoxwell downstairs.
"We should…get a room…" Kian grunted, with his fucking legs still hooked behind my back. The tip of the heels pressed against my skin, fueling my imagination of all the positions I wanted him in those heels.
A grin escaped my lips, "And here I thought you were into rooftop sex."
