10. Tension

Kieran

When opposites attract.....

One kiss. That’s all it took to untie my control.

I’ve tried to be so fucking patient. But the moment he looked at me with those liquid eyes in the truck, I just snapped.

And so did he. There are two strong hands on my shoulders, telling me what he needs. Every kiss draws us closer. I didn’t know kisses could run so deep and dark. I taste more of Roderick than of myself.

I am amazed by so many things. The scent of his skin. The force of his tongue against mine. And my own boldness as I latch my hand to the back of his neck and whisper against his lips, “I want you.” It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said in my life. I am made of wanting.

In answer, Roderick’s hand slides down my chest. And when it keeps going—his fingertips parting my jacket, grazing my abs, searing me through the thick cotton of my shirt—I break out in a sweat. Then he reaches for my belt buckle.

And tugs.

I make a noise of shocked elation when he unbuckles my belt and pops the bu