Ryder Capwell is in love with Laney Sawyer. One year ago she walked out of his life and took the light of his world right along with her. Ryder would do anything to have another chance with Laney, including purchasing her for the evening courtesy of Whitney Briggs University, and he does just that.
One thing leads to whiskey, which leads to a one-night stand. She thinks it’s revenge sex—he thinks its make up sex. Things can only go wrong from here.
Maybe he didn’t give up on us. Maybe I did.
At the end of the day, maybe we both did.
And yet, here I am in his penthouse again, devoid of clothes, low on dignity, loaded with whiskey.
“Let me into your heart, Laney,” he pleads with those deep navy eyes as we stand just shy of his bed. “Let me crush every memory you have of the two of us and make something new, something better, something that never disappoints because it doesn’t know how.” He dots a series of hot kisses slowly up my neck, and I groan.
My skin touches his, and then it’s over. I’m all in. Every last inch of me has been so thirsty for Ryder, and now, here I am, ready to drown in the cool spring of his affection while my entire body reanimates under his willful supervision. A part of me died last winter in a very real way, and, here he is, reawakening me, breathing life back into my soul by way of his mouth, his fingers—his bare flesh.
He pulls back and rakes over me with his slow gaze.
“Get in my bed,” he growls it out, sharp like an order.
“If you want me in your bed you’ll have to damn well put me there yourself.”
Ryder gives the ghost of a smile.
And he does.