My mind latches onto the prospect of . . . screwing Ryder Lockhart. Having sex with the most handsome man I know. Getting horizontal with this gorgeous, witty, generous man who’s willing to give me a piece of himself. My stomach has the audacity to swoop. My skin prickles as my mind fills with images. Undressing him. Undoing his zipper. Guiding him inside me. I lick my lips. My nipples tighten. Oh dear Lord in Heaven. It sounds dangerous and divine.
