"Five." I shook my head. "No." "Four." His hand slid to the small of my back as he pulled me into him. "Kova, please…" "Three." He threaded his fingers through my hair and leaned down. He licked his lips. "We can't…" My grip tightened, holding him to me. He froze for a beat, then his lips tipped up in a sultry smirk. "One. Happy New Year."
