“You’re nervous,” he says, not as a question, more as an observation.

“Maybe.” I roll my teeth over the corner of my lip.

“Why? It’s just me.”

“I know, that’s the whole point. It’s you, Ryot. And that terrifies me because I feel so attached to you already.”

“Afraid I’m going to be a bad kisser?” he charmingly asks.

I shake my head. “No, I’m worried you’re going to be the best kisser, and there will be no turning back for me.”

He smirks and says, “Only one way to find out.” He leans over the console and slips his hand to the back of my neck. He doesn’t pull me close to him but rather anchors himself and waits for me to make the next move.

Eyes intent on me, he wets his lips and smiles. “Get over here, Myla.”

The spark in his eye and the lightness in his voice ease the tension and help me lean forward. Our noses connect, our lips millimeters away as his fingers dig into my skin. My hand slides up his stony chest, to the side of his neck, and then up to his cheek as our eyes connect.

I make the smallest inhale of air right before he says, “Kiss me.”

His voice sends a thrill of excitement up my spine, and like magnets drawn together, our mouths connect, collide, and mold. Sparks fly around me, shooting off like rockets ascending into the deep night sky, telling me exactly what I feared but also wanted—life will never be the same. Now that I’ve tasted him . . . it will never be the same.

He presses closer, his mouth open, controlling the kiss as I mirror his motions. I’m so unsure of myself, so overwhelmed, so entranced, that I have no other option but to follow him at this moment. And with every empty breath I take, I feel him grow closer and closer, giving me the air that I need to fill my lungs.

He twists his fingers in my hair, I dig my fingers into his neck.

His tongue swipes against my lower lip, I melt into his demands.

His teeth graze over my mouth, tugging, I let out the lightest moan.

“Fuck,” he says, putting just an inch of space between us. “Myla, you can’t moan like that.”

“You made me,” I answer right before he presses his lips to mine again.

His tongue swirls around mine, enticing me to want so much more.

I want his shirt off.

I want to explore his chest.

I want to see what this man is made of and then kiss every inch of him.

“You’re ruining me,” I say, my voice catching in my throat.

He pulls away again, his breathing heavy as a lazy smirk crosses over his lips. “Good, then I did my job tonight.” He gives me one more chaste kiss, then faces his steering wheel and grips it tightly. “Now get out of here before I regret taking more before you’re ready.”