He was the kind of trouble she steered clear of. But damn, trouble never looked so good. He was sin and she wanted to taste.
She was an inferno he couldn't douse, a tornado he couldn't outrun.
"You didn't let me finish." Sensual assertiveness steamed from his pores, encapsulating her in a masculine sauna of intense promise as his low growl pulsed in her ear. "I wasn't expecting such an incredible woman to want such an imperfect man."
He commanded her like she was his guitar, his instrument of passion. And he knew precisely when and how to pluck each string and strum each chord to make her body sing along in perfect harmony.