24
Pia
I held my breath, beyond surprised he moved in on me, and at the slight brush of his lips across mine, I lost myself to him, my ovaries singing hallelujah and then some. Holding still hadn’t ever been so hard, and I trembled, my heart pounding as he slid the soft cushion of his mouth over mine once more.
Ryker pulled back, blinking, his attention glued to my moistened lips. My heart soared, and I couldn’t keep my smile contained.
“Again,” I told him.
He swallowed, but leaned down.
My cell rang in my back pocket—Stacey’s ringtone I’d assigned her to know if Dasia ever happened to call.
I wanted Ryker’s lips on me, but Dasia...
“I’m sorry.” I turned away and dug my cell out of my back pocket. I heard her sobs before I even got the phone to my ear. “Dasia?” I stepped back fully
