Ethan Laurent's purpose in bringing her here was clear; his intentions were not in the drinks.
As he followed her upstairs, his gaze was constantly upon her pink, translucent profile.
They reached her room after climbing the stairs. Summer Ford opened the door, but before she could step inside, a strong force came from behind. Ethan's hand clasped hers, pressing her against the door panel with scorching kisses, falling like raindrops.
His kisses carried his unique fresh scent, a taste that made Summer somewhat intoxicated.
Their mouths were filled with the faint aroma of alcohol.
Alcohol clouded her mind, and Summer felt dizzy. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she stood on tiptoe, her lips responding by kissing his.
A small flame, ignited by her movement, suddenly exploded.
Ethan seemed a bit eager, pressing her against the door panel as he kissed her, pulling at her clothes.
