Ernest did listen, turning onto his side to watch her as she spoke, feeling the strange mix of jealousy and arousal rising within him, that feeling that he had quite literally asked for. Maybe it was strange, how he craved it- to feel that passion rising up within him, that burning desire, the need to prove himself, to assert his masculinity.
Before he even knew what he was doing, he was quite literally growling at her, sliding over on top of her and pinning her to the bed, his lips moving to her neck, teeth grazing at the soft skin, hands sliding along her thighs.