It started with Ryan.
Just after midnight, when the whole apartment complex had gone quiet, a soft knock sounded on Mia’s door. She had been lying in bed, unable to sleep, her body still buzzing from the teasing the night before. She padded to the door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, heart racing as she peeked through the peephole.
Ryan stood there, shirt off, sweat still glistening on his chest and abs from a late gym session. His jeans hung low, showing the deep V of his hips. His eyes were dark with hunger when she opened the door.
“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he growled, voice rough and low.
Before Mia could say a word, he stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him. His mouth crashed down on hers—hot, demanding, no gentleness at all. His tongue pushed pas
