“Did you just?” I start to say when he strips his shirt over his head.
He stares down at me with eyes promising a sinful night as he drops his shirt to the floor. He held the entirety of my focus as he lowered himself on the bed. I watched him as he made his way up my body.
His mouth found mine and he kissed me hard, the taste of his need mixing with mine. His fingers danced along my collarbone and his hand slid down and squeezed my breast.
“I love this dress,” he murmurs, “Pity.”
The sound of material ripping drags my eyes downward. He gripped my dress and ripped it in half. He trapped my arms above my head and smirked down at me. There was too much space between us and I arched my back in hopes of closing the distance.
“Are you… happy?” Ethan asked in a gruff voice. His eyes were a dark green as he peered down at me in all seriousness.
“Unbelievably happy,” I breathe.
