With that single sentence, Ethan's restraint snapped.
Temptation swallowed his rationality whole.
Lillie gasped as she was suddenly pushed onto the carpeted floor, her wrists pinned above her head by strong, unyielding hands.
His weight hovered over her, heat radiating from his body. Trapping her.
"I'll… definitely catch you," Ethan murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
His breath ghosted over her skin as he dipped his head to her neck.
"Even if you don't ask," he whispered against her pulse, "I'll always be there for you."
Lillie's heart slammed against her ribs. Her entire face turned crimson.
His words—his damnably sweet words—sent a shiver of something unfamiliar down her spine.
She barely had time to process before she felt him.
The cold press of his lips, trailing slowly down the curve of her neck. A kiss so featherlight, so maddeningly slow, that her nerves ignited.
