Ryder pov

I'm lost. The moment her lips touch mine, every shred of control I've been holding onto for weeks shatters.

I kiss her back, gentle at first, letting her set the pace. But she makes a small sound in the back of her throat and presses closer, and gently becomes desperate.

I grip her hips, lifting her onto the workbench. She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers tangling in my hair.

We break apart, both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers. "Are you sure?" I have to ask ...