Ethan's mouth crashed down on hers, and everything he’d just promised her poured into it. All the words, all the wanting, all the restraint he’d fought to keep in check, all vanished. This wasn't a gentle exploration; this was a claiming. A branding. His hands, which had been holding back, were suddenly starving for the feel of her. One clamped on her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, keeping her in place. He wasn't taking any chances she could slip away. His other hand fisted in her hair, the strands like silk against his rough knuckles, tilting her head back so he could take the kiss deeper, so he could memorize the taste of her, the way she yielded against him.
That flimsy gown she wore was a f*****g tease, a barrier he couldn't stand for another second, she felt it too. He
