One hand curved around her slim waist, his fingertips moving along her sensitive waistline, teasing her deliberately.

Ethan's gaze drifted over her partially visible breasts, and he had to fight the urge to possess her right then and there.

Ivy's chest was heaving, her mind nearly blank. All she knew was that his lips were soft and warm, completely different from the cold, mysterious aura he usually exuded.

Ethan probably couldn't have sex with her... so a kiss shouldn't be ...