Chapter 6. Ryder Is Soo Good

Freya’s POV

I stood up suddenly, legs shaky but determined.

Before he could pull away completely, I surged forward and kissed him deeply, hungry, and desperate. My lips crashed into his like I was trying to swallow the last of my dignity along with him.

For one stunned second he didn’t move as if he was still trying to process what’s going on.

Then suddenly, he kissed me back hard.

His mouth claimed mine like punishment. One hand fisted in my wet hair, yanking my head back so he could angle deeper, tongue sweeping in without asking permission. The other arm banded around my waist, hauling me flush against him until I could feel every rigid inch of his body pressed to mine.

I moaned into his mouth. He growled in response—low, and dangerous, the sound vibrating straight down my spine, and settling between my legs.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt. He let me rip it off in one rough motion. No bra underneath. My small, firm breasts spille