“If I was Colson.” “Yes.” “And you were my girl.” “Yes.” Ryder leans in, his warm breath on my ear, sending a tiny shiver through my body. “We would have been behind this curtain five minutes after we got here.” “Doing what?” I regret the question the moment I voice it. “Getting you primed.” My throat closes up with arousal. I struggle to swallow. “Primed,” I echo weakly. “Primed for what?” “For me.” Oh my God.
