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I inhaled sharply and tilted my neck to the side.

“Fuck, jagiya, I missed you so much.”

He yanked me hard against him, pressing close and showing me just how much.

“Joon, I’m making dinner,” I protested weakly.

“Turn it off,” he murmured against my skin. “This is more important.”

I reached out to turn the stove off, and the next moment, he spun me in his arms. I stared up into his eyes, searching for the man who’d been chased through the airport, for any sign of the fear, or distress he must have felt. I reached up to cup his cheeks, and I saw the tension easing from his expression. I felt him shudder.

He held my hips, pulling me towards him as he cupped my jaw and lowered his face, brushing his nose softly down mine before he slanted his lips over mine. His kiss was slow, but not tentative. Thorough.

“Kaiya,” he whined against my mouth. “Please. I missed you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Please, what?” I murmured against his lips.

He groaned, running his hands down the backs of my thighs before he hoisted me up so my legs could wrap around his hips. He walked us over to the large table on the other side of the kitchen, setting me down. My legs unwound from around him, and he moved closer, pushing my thighs apart until his hips were flush with mine. I gasped, feeling how hard he was, even through the layers separating us.

“Please, jagiya.”

My breath hitched, and I dragged my hands down his abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch under my fingers until they snagged on his belt. He pulled away from me, panting, eyes nearly black with desire. I yanked his belt loose, and he popped the button of his jeans with a practised flick of his fingers that had no business being as hot as it was. I bit my lip when his fingers paused, granting me only a glimpse of his boxers underneath.

“Your turn,” he said gruffly, already reaching for me.

I leaned back on my elbows, raising my hips for him. He deftly peeled my shorts and underwear off my body, trailing kisses down my leg as he slid the fabric off. When he stood back, he took a moment to stare at me, laid out on the table for him. He exhaled shakily and brought his hand up to trail his fingers between my legs. He made a noise low in his throat that was somewhere between approval and lust.

“Already so wet for me, jagiya?” His grin was wolfish.

“In my defence, the most attractive person in the world has his hand between my legs,” I replied, quirking my eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, and lightly teased me with his fingers. I gasped, squirming as I tried to press myself harder against him.

“Most attractive?” he rumbled, running his tongue lightly across my bottom lip, and I grinned.

“At least top ten,” I amended with a breathy giggle.

“You’re laughing at me,” he said dangerously. “That’s not very nice.”

My grin fell from my face as I watched him remove his hand from between my thighs to slowly drag it down his abdomen. I watched, rapt, as he pushed his jeans down his hips, and pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing himself.

His other hand came up to grasp my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. He was grinning at me.

“Top ten?”

“Maybe top three,” I amended.

Jihoon put his hands on my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table, nudging against me in a way that made my eyelashes flutter.

“I need you so bad, Kaiya,” he said thickly.

“Have me,” I sighed, running my hands over the back of his neck, hips moving restlessly against him.

He pushed into me. Slowly, inch by inch, chasing the air from my lungs as my back arched. He gripped my hips, eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck,” he bit out brokenly as his hips pushed flush with mine.

His head dropped onto my shoulder as he panted, not moving for several moments.