Summer Ford took a deep breath, turning her back to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body rubbing against his chest.
She was wearing a nightgown, the fabric thin, and with them being so closely pressed together, Ethan Laurent could clearly feel the softness against his chest.
It was like a flame enveloping them both, the touch, amazingly warm and soft.
After being married for two years, apart from those times when it was unavoidable, Summer generally wasn't this proactive.
Ethan's body noticeably tensed a bit, yet he still only leaned down to kiss her.
He didn't know what he was considering, silently watching her all the while.
Unwilling to give up, Summer boldly pushed his clothes higher, her smooth hand sneaking under his shirt, her palm slowly moving downwards along his firm chest.
She deliberately lingered at his abs, her fingertips wandering around his waist, her pace slowing slightly.
Ethan's breathing gradually grew heavy.
