The tip of his tongue traced lightly along her lip line, wiping away the milk at her mouth corner. He didn't pull back immediately but leisurely stared at her.
Summer Ford had just woken up, probably flushed from being under the covers for too long, her cheeks were rosy red.
Her fair and delicate skin, tender as a petal, tinged with a faint blush. Seeing her like this moved something inside Ethan Laurent, and he pressed her against the kitchen counter, his strong arms lifting her and settling her on the countertop.
He guided her hand to wrap around his neck, and his lips moved toward hers again.
The warm kiss carried the fresh air of morning, clean and fragrant.
"Do you want more?" He pressed his nose against hers, arms braced on either side of her body, lazily talking to her.
His voice at this moment was deep, seductive, and bewitching, like the lure of a devil.
His breath brushed against Summer Ford's face, making her tingle and feel a bit dizzy.
