His voice was low and husky, with a hint of mischief.
Summer Ford was slightly annoyed by this side of him.
She pressed down on his wrist, prying his hand away, trying once more to free herself from underneath him, but Ethan Laurent pulled her back again.
His actions were somewhat rough, and the hand gripping Summer Ford's wrist was so tight it hurt.
"I'm uncomfortable too!" He pinned her hands down with both of his, pressing his body hard against hers, maliciously rubbing his body against hers.
His body, like his erupting breaths, was scorching hot.
His arms were braced on either side of her body, the part touching her skin was solid, hot, and taut.
Summer Ford could even feel his throbbing veins.
Clearly, his discomfort wasn't the same as hers.
Summer knew what he intended to do and hurriedly braced her hand between them to try to stop him, "You've misunderstood me!"
