KYLIE POV
I didn’t see the kiss coming. It was sudden and left me a little breathless.
It was my second kiss with Ricard, and damn, it was nothing like Ross’s or Ryan’s. I mean, of course they don’t all kiss the same, but the contrast was so shocking, so intoxicating, that I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into it.
Where Ryan kissed with a steady fire that would burn and consume me inch by inch, Ricard kissed like a hungry, fierce wildfire.
And I loved every second of it.
A helpless moan slipped from me as I wrapped my arms around him, dragging him closer, desperate for the heat of him. My panties were already soaked, no surprise there. And then, just when I thought I’d drown in him, Ricard pulled away, like he knew exactly how far to take me.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice
