Summer Ford didn't push him away; she just let him kiss her, even wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her movement seemed like she was accommodating him.
Ethan Laurent was encouraged and kissed her more passionately.
His kiss was delicate, lingering, and deep—not like the usual fierce biting and grinding—but the sensory impact it brought was more intense than any of their previous encounters.
In Summer Ford's mind, it first felt like a small spark ignited, then it blossomed into a glorious display of fireworks, the sparks bursting open in mid-air, scattering. As his kiss deepened, it finally evolved into a raging volcanic eruption.
Being married for two years, she knew clearly what such feelings meant.
In the room, breathing was chaotic.
The accelerated breaths rose and fell.
His and hers alike.
Ethan Laurent felt no better than she did.
