White Knight Christmas

With one hand curved around her nape, he held her head still while his tongue delved into her mouth. With the other hand, he felt her. Everywhere.
Amber moaned.
From the moment she'd met Ethan, so strong, so quiet and honorable and caring, he'd touched her heart. He was every woman's dream, a hero, a real man, exactly what the world needed, exactly what she wanted.
His fingers tightened in her hair, but she didn't flinch away. He kissed her throat, nuzzled against her ear while urgently kneading her breasts.
"Is this what you want?" The low, rough words sent a shiver down her spine.
"Yes."
His groan drowned out her gasp of pleasure. He took her mouth again, stifling her excited cries as he groped her backside, her belly, and finally between their bodies to cup her mound.
"And this?" His fingers pressed into her throbbing, hot flesh.
The sensation was so erotic, Amber tore her mouth away and gasped.