Thinking about this troublesome issue, Summer Ford lost her focus.
The thing Ethan Laurent disliked the most was her distracted look beneath him, so he bit down hard on her lips and slid his hand into her clothes, even pinching her sensitive spot.
"Take it easy..." Summer winced in pain, coming back to her senses, glaring at him with fiery eyes, she hooked her arm around his neck and bit back at his lips.
Ethan found her reaction amusing, not angry at all, his expression even quite gentle.
When she got mad, she was like a little wild cat throwing a tantrum, and she used to do such things often.
Now, she made him feel like it was a taste of how things had been a year ago.
Summer let go of his face, her gaze slowly trailing down along his face, glancing at his body wrapped only in a towel, then she looked back up with a calm face, "If you want to do it, I can go along, but I hope we take precautions."
Ethan's eyes darkened, seemingly displeased with her words.
