Rena’s POV
I’ve never been kissed like this before.
His lips move over mine with an effortless rhythm, a confidence that borders on dangerous—like he knows exactly how to unravel me with just this. My world shrinks to the feel of him, the press of his body, the heat radiating between us. His scent—musk with something soft and sweet underneath, maybe vanilla, maybe sherry—swirls around me, making my head spin.
I don’t stand a chance.
My heart pounds, my breath catches, and every rational thought I have drowns beneath the sheer force of him. The accidental kiss in Seattle was nothing compared to this. That was a spark; this is a wildfire, burning through me, consuming me whole.
I barely notice when he guides me backward, step by step. The mattress brushes against the backs of my thighs,
