Kafka's eyes drifted down, noticing how Olivia's body was angled, half-shielded behind him like she could still pretend she wasn't on display.
"Mm...No, this won't work out." He murmured, almost to himself, before turning and catching her wrist.
The soft curve of her waist was under his other hand a moment later, his grip warm and unyielding as he drew her out from behind him. She made a startled, breathy sound, trying to dig her feet in place, but he pulled her until she was flush against him, right in front of his chest with her butt pressed against him.
His arms then wrapped low and tight around her waist, locking her in place.
"Don't hide, Olive." He said, voice dipping into that smooth, dangerous register that sent heat rushing up her neck. "A sexy body like yours, absolutely ridiculous in its proportions, shouldn't be hidden away."
