Never had I felt so alone. So broken. Never had I felt so empty. I needed to be filled and consumed. I needed him with all my body and heart.
As he swung the door to his apartment open, standing in his boxers, gloriously toned, I could see in his eyes unrelieved, passionate heat, waiting to be freed.
"Well," his husky voice pulled my attention, "are you coming in or do I need to f*ck you in this doorway?"
Kyle Marksier was a hired gun. A murder trained to only for that purpose. He leaked danger, sex, and masculinity. And I loved it. I was starting to live him. But he was hired to kill me and that could pose a problem.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.