Ethan didn't move to strip her clothes immediately. He liked the torment of the barrier, the way her breath caught every time his calloused hands slid over the fabric of her shirt, mapping the contours of her waist. He maintained his iron grip on her wrists, pinning them flat against the mattress above her tangled brunette waves. He hovered over her, a thick, heavy shadow of muscle and heat, his forest-green eyes tracking the rapid, frantic rise and fall of her chest.
"You like pushing my buttons, don't you?" Ethan murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly, low register that vibrated right through her skin. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against her burning cheek, tracing a slow, agonizing path down to her earlobe. "You sat across that lecture hall today, completely ignoring me, a
