Ethan's POV
I cupped her breasts over the fabric, feeling their warmth against my palms. They were perfect—full and soft, fitting just right beneath my hands. Her n*****s teased me, hard silhouettes through the lace, begging for attention.
"God, Ethan," she breathed, arching into my touch. "You know exactly how to drive me crazy."
"It's a talent." I grinned, kneading her breasts gently, watching her react. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting, lost in sensation.
"You're cocky, you know," she murmured, her hands roaming over my back, pressing me closer.
"Confident," I corrected, brushing my thumb over her n****e. Her breath hitched, sending heat straight to my core.
"Call it what you want, darling. It's infuriating."
I kissed along her collarbone, savoring the softness of her skin.
