Killam flattened his hand on the wall to keep himself away from her, but his elbow buckled and he leaned in close enough he could smell her perfume again. It wasn't floral or delicate, it was seductive and spicy.
Ivy's gaze dropped to his mouth and her lips parted.
Damn it to hell. He wasn't a hero and he wasn't a good man.
He lowered his head and closed the last of the distance between them, giving into the pull that kept him coming back to her. He kissed her. He kissed her because he wanted to and ignoring the pull he felt anytime she was near was getting harder to do. He kissed her because if he didn't he was going to drive himself crazy wanting to.
She gave a slight yelp of surprise, then a grunt as her back hit the wall. It wasn't the smoothest kiss. Instead of pushing him away, Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Part of his mind wanted to scream at her to push him away, but it was getting drowned out by the ever-present need for her.