Chapter 17
I half expected the mate bond to click into place the moment I kissed him. It didn’t. Still, technicalities faded as I lost myself in his lips.
Our contact was sweet at first...then hungry. Ryder had let me choose whether or not to take the plunge, but now he was the one driving us forward. His hands—huge, hot—encircled my waist and lifted me up to his eye level. My breath caught, his strength and scent overwhelming rational thought.
And I let rational thought go. Instead, I curled my legs around his waist, not quite taking the full next step but still freeing his fingers to run up and down my body. I wanted, needed...and before I could even muster a murmured request, his fingers were stroking the side of my breast.
Ryder made love like he drove. Zero to sixty in under three
