“I disturb you. Why?” Jared asked as he slid the pad of his thumb over Erin’s lips, sending little fissures of electric heat to her breasts and below.
She should move, scramble to the front seat of the SUV and get out of range. But she didn’t; she stared into his iridescent blue eyes as if mesmerized. This was not happening. This injured, delusional stranger was not hitting on her, he was not pushing her hot buttons, and she was not responding to him.
Erin cautiously ran her gaze over Jared. A six-foot-something hunk of power thighs, pumped pecs, and piercing blue eyes didn’t walk by every day. The man was so potent that even his light touch was a heady aphrodisiac. The sensations he drew from her were stronger than anything she’d known, or at least could remember. It had been a while.
You don’ know him from Adam.
Eve didn’t know Adam either—at first.
