Tegan was literally tall, dark, and sinful. A scrumptious morsel of a man that she wanted nothing more than to know the feel of his perfectly groomed goateed face buried between her thighs, which was a highly inappropriate thought to be having for a new widow. Bad boy beautiful, he needed to remain at arm’s length.
The last thing he wanted was another relationship. He wasn’t even officially divorced from his last disaster, but Rayna was proving to be his Achilles heel. After sweeping by him in the lobby wearing go-go boots and a 60’s era baby-doll dress that fell mere inches below her sashaying rear-end, he knew he had to have a taste of her. She was driving him fucking crazy!