Andera's pov.

Thane groaned into my mouth, I felt the vibration all the way down to my core. His hands gripped my hair, urging me to part my lips for him, to deepen this kiss. 

 Our tongues danced around each other in a beautiful, sensual rhythm. Nothing about the kiss was teasing or shy; it was demanding and furious; we latched onto each other with an indescribable force. 

Kissing Thane was the only diversion I could think of. If I had run back inside to call the police, he ...