The minute her hand touched his chest, Erin realized she might not be able to carry her plan through.
The bolt of white hot heat that seared from the point of contact, washed over her in tidal waves of desire that threatened to drown her.
She gasped, her lungs suddenly in dire need of air. She could feel his accelerated heartbeat beneath her fingertips and his sharp in drawn breath simply confirming what she already knew.
Ethan wanted her. Bad.
The thought lifted Erin's spirit to soaring point, filling her with renewed determination. She would show him that she was just as capable of cold hard rejection as he was.
Buoyed by this, she deliberately allowed her body to brush against his, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed even further at the move. Her breasts, already hard peaks of lust
