Rationality collapsed in an instant.

Her hand was suddenly caught, and when Ivy looked up into Ethan’s eyes, all she saw was a storm of desire—like the oppressive, sticky air right before a downpour.

He gripped the back of her neck, his fingers pressing firmly but not harshly, forcing her closer to him.

Their foreheads touched, and even his voice carried a damp, heavy intensity.

“You’re on your period. I’m not going to do anything ...