RINA

The kiss deepened with every breath I drew, moving from a desperate clash of teeth and lips to something much more feral. It became wet and slurpy, our tongues tangling in a powerful dance that tasted like both copper and heat.

I was lost in it, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as he pressed me even further against the cruiser.

Then I felt his hand move lower and with a practiced, effortless flick of his wrist, he unbuckled my heavy leather duty belt. The sound of the metal clinking was like a starter pistol for my nervous system.

Before I could even register the...