I was taken aback when Ryder answered the door wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Clearly, my knock had roused him, and I felt guilty for disturbing him.

“Nova, what is it? What do you want?” he asked, his tone edged with irritation.

“You. I want you,” I declared, and without thinking, I stepped into his room.

“What? Are you drunk?” Ryder demanded, his anger evident.

“No,” I replied, and then I initiated a kiss. I half-expected Ryder to push me away, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled me close, returning the kiss.

As his hand began to roam beneath my clothes, sending shivers down my spine, I couldn't help...