Rhett’s POV

The thing about Sienna Blake? She’s a walking contradiction.

Sharp tongue, cold eyes, spine made of steel—yet the moment she kissed me, all of that shattered.

And damn it if it didn’t undo me.

One second, she was spitting fire, snapping at me to shut up and the next—her hands were in my hoodie, yanking me down, her mouth crashing into mine like she’d been starving for it.

Messy. Heated. Desperate.

Not practiced, not careful. Just raw. Just her.

And hell if I didn’t ...