For answer she turned her back to him, hands fumbling at the lacing at the back of her neck. “Please?” she begged, skin tingling with the desire to touch him.
He nodded and pressed his lips to her bare neck, before quickly fumbling with the fastenings, fingers skimming down each expanse of skin as it was revealed. “So beautiful,” he breathed and twirled her around, lips meeting hers once more as he slid the dress down her shoulders and waist.
She couldn’t help arching herself into his touch, into the kiss against her shoulder. All the fine hairs on her skin stood up in the wake of his fingers, and she shuddered and moaned. She felt helpless in his hands, in the best way, and as he turned her around and pulled her against him she returned his kiss with enthusiasm, hands sliding up his bare chest.