Ethan’s mouth closed around her swollen nipple, and Violet’s breath caught in her throat. Heat flared through her chest, spilling down her spine in a rush that made her arch instinctively. Her lashes fluttered shut as her hands slid up, clutching at the warm nape of his neck, her fingertips skimming the taut lines of his shoulders.

His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, tracing lazy circles over her hardened peak. The faint scrape of his teeth had her shivering, her knees feeling far ...