Summer took one of his hands and pulled it to the top of the lacing at her back. “Go on,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he murmured softly, eagerly fumbling with the lacing of her dress, tugging it loose before sliding the material down her bare shoulders, hungrily drinking in the bare skin. “So beautiful.”
She shivered against him, pulling one arm out of the bodice, before bending back to kiss at his throat again. Her hair tumbled over her bare shoulders into heaps around his face, and the combination of his hands and the slight breeze across her skin made her shiver again, with a soft whimper.