“Yes or no,” he says softly. I lick my bottom lip and meet his eyes. Then I say, “Yes.” Before I can second-guess myself, I reach up to slide my fingers through his hair and tug his head down. Our mouths meet in the lightest of caresses. Just a taste. A tease. But our lips feel so right against each other that I can’t stop myself from driving the kiss deeper. Ryder spits out a growled curse before his tongue slides through my parted lips and sends an electric current through my body.
