You're one hell of a kisser, Ryker. You should come with a warning label. Her words banged around my mind like they were the steel sphere in a vintage pinball machine.
Her lips had been everything I thought they would be. Decadent, plush, velvety. What hadn't been in the top ten descriptors I'd come up with for her mouth: Uninterested. But that's exactly what I'd felt from her.
As if she'd been locked away behind a frozen sheet of glass, I hadn't been able to reach her. Get her to respond. Get her involved. Nothing like the moaning woman from last night who'd all but writhed in my arms. Or called me last night to check on me.
The doors slid closed, cutting her off from my view. What the f**k had just happened? I replayed the whole scene again. She'd been right there with me. Edgy as
