Florence Fuller took in his familiar scent, her hand caressing Ethan Harper's hair, their bodies entwined. She tilted her head slightly and whispered, "Ethan Harper, I never did anything with Luke Gardiner."
Ethan Harper's body visibly stiffened.
He lifted his head, looking at Florence Fuller again.
Florence Fuller's hand traced his cheek, brushing against his Adam's apple lightly. Ethan Harper involuntarily tilted his head back, his Adam's apple moving.
"Now," Florence Fuller's voice was low and seductive, "kiss me."
No sooner had she spoken than Ethan Harper's possessive kiss descended upon her.
He kissed with urgency and possession, as their once intimately connected bodies responded to and attracted each other again.
Deep into the night, Florence Fuller glanced at her phone; it was already past midnight.
The man's strong body intertwined with hers. Ethan Harper kissed the red floral tattoo on her shoulder, "Tired?"
"Not tired." On the contrary, she was very awake.
