In a heartbeat, Kraven leaned down and kissed her feverishly, his lips roaming hers like a man who had been starved for too long.
Isadora's hand slid to his shoulder and clutched his tunic, forcing him off her.
Slap!
Kraven's head turned the other way. Slowly, he faced his little bunny, and his eyes softened.
"Who are you?" Isadora questioned.
Kraven narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What—" He couldn't finish, because Isadora tackled him to the bed.
Isadora had no idea where that strength came from and how she could easily flip him, but she had an icky feeling that he was purposely withholding his strength to give her any advantage.
Good. Right now, she wanted to overpower him.
"This is not the wake-up call I expected, but I can't resist this." He amused, as a dashing grin spread over his lips, and his dimples carved into his cheeks. "I missed you, darling."
