9 Chapter 9: His favorite slushy

Chapter 9: His favorite slushy

Kiara

My eyes widened hearing his words. His eyes were darker than forests and deeper than the ocean. His hair tousled by all the tugging I did, his lips swollen from all the kisses and the glint in his mismatched eyes was enough to make me come again as my stomach coiled at the sight of his handsome face hovering above me.

Ethan Kane was art. And I felt like painting his portrait with different shades of black, sapphire, and emerald. This is my orgasm hazed mind talking.

I gulped nervously. “Come again?” Pun intended.

Ethan let out a soft chuckle. A shiver of chill slithered down from my body to my core. “Let me buy you dinner first.”

I licked my lips, enjoying the attention he gave them. “You already did.”

His lips curled at the corner and he leaned down, nipping at the skin on my neck. My breath labored when his manly, musky scent surrounded me. He pulled away to gaze at me as if he knew how much he was affecting me.