He tasted like I knew he would—like sunshine and good food and every happy memory I had all rolled into one. Ryder growled into my mouth, and I tangled my hand in his hair, pulling just enough that it would burn. He pushed me back, but I leaned in again, chasing his mouth with mine. Ryder smiled, and I kissed it, letting him taste my chuckle before we were wildly making out again.
