EVERLEIGH

Ronan was in the kitchen when I came down for the day. He sat at the island scrolling through a tablet with a mug in his hand. He winked at me and his sinfully sexy smirk stopped me in my tracks.

“Morning.”

It was just one word and my ovaries were already working overtime.

Why was his slight Irish accent so sexy? Everything about this man screams sex. And he’s just sitting in a pair of loose shorts, bare chest and tattoos exposed, pretending to be innocent.

Does he know the effect his rich, smoky voice and those piercing blue eyes have on me?

The fluttering in my chest and the heat spreading throughout my body were testament to what one look from Ronan Callaghan could do to a girl. The way that cocky bastard smirks at me lets me know he knows exactly the effect it has on me.

We haven't so much as shared a bed in almost two weeks at this point. But that didn't stop him from his shameless flirting. He would catch me in a corner, get me all hot and bothered, and just leave