Chapter 18
Before I made it back to the kitchen, Ethan’s arms were around me. His lips found my neck the same moment his hands found my breasts. I paused, unable to keep moving as he tantalized me. His tongue brushed the edge of my ear then dipped inside. His fingers tweaked my n*****s. The full effect made my knees weak. I clutched the island for support, giving Ethan an opportunity to make me even more insane.
“Jesus, Olivia, I need you,” he growled.
One hand slid down my belly, fisting the gauzy fabric at my hip.
“Please, Ethan,” I whispered.
He pushed us forward, moving toward my bedroom. Inside, he slapped the wall, lighting up the room. I slapped the light off and he pulled back.
“Lights on.”
I shook my head.
“Yes,” he growled, turning the lights on again. “I need to see you.
