Page 14 of Savage Truce

“I’m just thinking.”

It feels as if something very intimate weaves around us. “About?”

“Whether leaving is a mistake.”

Totally focused on him, I whisper, “Why would you say that?”

“I get the feeling if I leave, I won’t see you again.”

After spending the entire night talking to Rodian, the thought of never seeing him again makes an unexpected heaviness creep into my chest. “I’ll be outside the theater at seven p.m. sharp.”

His expression softens, and he takes another step closer, his voice even lower than before. “I’ll be here. Nothing on this planet will be able to keep me away.”

Holy crap. Everything he does and says is attractive.

When he lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles over my cheek, the gentle touch steals the air from my lungs, and the way he looks at me makes anticipation pour through every inch of my body.

His hand slips around the back of my neck as he leans down, and I’m glued to the spot, barely breathing, until his mouth softly presses against mine.

Dear Lord.

So many things happen all at once that I’m completely overwhelmed.

I feel the scratch of his bristles against my skin and the firmness of his lips.

My abdomen clenches unbelievably hard, my stomach dips and soars, and my heart slams wildly against my ribs while my palms grow sweaty.

Rodian lifts his head barely an inch, and his eyes take mine captive. As I raise my hands to place them on his biceps, his expression tenses until he looks downright predatory. “I want to get to know everything about you, Anastasia.”

“We only have a week,” I whisper.

“Not if I can help it.” His arm wraps around my lower back, and as he tugs me against his chest, almost lifting me off my feet, his mouth crashes into mine.

Holy shit!

His tongue pushes past my lips, and because I’m stupidly inexperienced, all I can do is let him have his way while I enjoy every second.

Rodian kisses me with such passion it makes me feel lightheaded and completely under his control. His tongue sweeps urgently through my mouth as if he’s desperate to taste every inch.

My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, and when his lips knead mine hungrily, tingles crash through me and goose bumps form on my skin.

His arm tightens even more around me, making my feet leave the floor, and just as it registers that he’s incredibly strong, he groans, the sound stopping all my brain activity.

Time does not exist as Rodian gives me the first kiss I’ve ever had, and when he slows down and sensually nips at my mouth, I struggle to remember my name.

When he pulls back and sets me down on my feet, I sway into him while opening my eyes.

He stares at me for a moment, then suddenly moves toward the door, saying, “I better go before I forget my manners.”

My cheeks are warm as I follow him out of my workshop, and we’re quiet all the way to the front of the theater. I unlock the door, and after we step outside, Rodian waits for me to lock it again.

“Are you sure about walking home?” he asks as we near a white Mercedes that’s standing in the otherwise empty parking area.

“Yes,” I reply. “Maybe after dinner tonight, I’ll let you drop me off at my place.”

I might even invite him up for coffee so we can make out.

God, that would be amazing.