"It's getting late." She didn't deny his words, ambiguously replied to him, and her arms naturally wrapped around his neck.
Her movements were very compliant, leaning in his embrace, allowing him to hold her like a lazy cat.
Ethan Laurent was pleased by her, his hand supporting the back of her head, his kiss at the nape of her neck gently moved upward, exploring her lips, he softly pecked a kiss on her lips.
"Are you urging me to do something?" His gaze lightly slid across her face as he gently exhaled near her ear.
Clearly it was teasing, yet when spoken by him, it was like firelight suddenly igniting in the dark night, provocative and alluring.
Summer Ford was teased to the point of itchiness, her arms tightening around his neck. She didn't answer, but instead pulled his face down, lifted herself up, and gently brushed her lips against his.
