Ryan didn’t need a second invitation, immediately covering her mouth with his. She let out a muffled sound of surprise as he leaned into her, one hand dropping to her hip and the other threading through her dark riot of chocolate curls to hold her head still as he deepened the kiss.
Cinnamon…and something sweet, was the first irrelevant thought that raced through Ryan’s head. He slicked his tongue over her lips, seeking more of the flavor, which was familiar but not quite. She responded with a hint of teeth, nipping at his bottom lip, before chasing his tongue into his mouth.