Two hands clamped around her wrists, fixing her hands beside her body. His gaze slowly lifted, his handsome face leaned towards her, and he breathed lightly next to her ear, "Tell me, are we thinking the same thing?"
"I'm not thinking anything! Not everyone is the same as you!" Summer Ford squirmed under him, withdrew her wrist from his hand, lifted her arms trying to push him away, but Ethan Laurent instead reversed and restrained her hands, folding her wrists and pinning them behind her back.
This posture forced Summer Ford's body to tilt slightly towards his direction.
As her body arched, the curves beneath her nightgown became more pronounced.
Ethan Laurent's gaze slid down her face, paused for a few seconds on her chest, then in Summer Ford's astonished gaze, he leaned down and gently kissed the very center of her chest...
Summer Ford shuddered slightly, her body stiff as a board.
