He's everything I hate about hockey players. And now he's my new roommate.

Ryder Hendricks: The most notorious playboy on campus. Infuriatingly sexy with captivating amber eyes paired with a sinfully sculpted body—and arrogant as hell, because he knows it.

Me: A wallflower future librarian whose idea of an exciting night is curling up with a good book or proofreading an essay.

Now we're living together in a house so small we can hardly turn around without bumping into each other.

And, as much as I'd love to deny it, I can hardly close my eyes without imagining his big, strong hands all over me, proving that his reputation in the bedroom is well-deserved.

Would it be so bad if I gave into temptation and crossed the line?

Ryder Hendricks may be able to break my headboard, but if I keep my guard up, there's no way he can break my heart … right?