A few flirty words and smoldering looks, and she was burning up her undergarments. It had been over a year since she’d had any physical contact with a man and her hormones could definitely tell. The most ridiculous thing was that she couldn’t figure out why he was here, buying her coffee and flirting. Did he just flirt with every girl he came in contact with? He seemed like that type. Extremely enticing and fully aware of it. And all too willing to take advantage of his good looks. What did he want? Kerrigan raised her gaze to ask him but when her eyes tangled with his, her intended words froze in her throat. His eyes were narrowed, eating her up as if he could sense her reaction—and liked it. Lips were pressed into an appraising pucker. He looked fierce and powerful. Wild, yet in control. Rough, but somehow soft. In her entire life, no man had ever looked at her like that. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, that this man would be attracted to her. She wasn’t his type.
