Ryan's POV
I took the empty glass from Serena's hand, my eyes lingering on the small trace of milk clinging to her upper lip. Without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed it away with my thumb.
She froze at my touch, her breath catching. Before she could protest, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine, tasting the sweetness of the warm milk still lingering there.
I carefully set the glass on the nightstand without breaking our kiss, my body remembering exactly how perfectly she fit against me.
My hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her soft hair as I gradually eased her down onto the bed beneath me.
The air around us thickened with desire, the familiar heat building between us like it always did. When Serena finally came to her senses, s
