Captive Audience

ROWAN’S POV

Vance doesn’t wait for me to answer.

His mouth crashes into mine again with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs, his hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt — the only thing I’m wearing — and dragging me so hard against his body that I can feel every ridge of muscle, every line of tension, every inch of the erection already straining against his pants.

He kisses me like he