"Sweetheart," he breathed, voice thick with wonder, shock etched in every line of his lips.
"I knew I'd love our time together," Ethan murmured, still breathless, his eyes drenched in lust and reverence as he helped her to her feet. His hands were gentle—but the look in his eyes promised anything but.
Jamie barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and pressed her down onto the bed, face-first.
"Ass in the air," he growled, his voice rough with command.
She obeyed without hesitation, heart hammering, body already trembling with anticipation. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, goosebumps rising along her thighs and spine. Then came the sound—the unmistakable rip of a wrapper—before his hands were on her again, gripping her hips, fingers digging into the softness o
