Instead, he reaches behind me and tugs at the zipper on my dress while his lips brush my temple.
Yes.
Yes,please.
“You’re shivering,” he murmurs.
I push his shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the ground, then tug on his undershirt. “You have goose bumps.”
God, his body.
Sharp angles and hard planes and tan skin. Broad shoulders tapering down to tight hips. Dark hair across his chest that narrows to a linethat disappears beneath his pants. I stared at his back when he came in from swimming the other day, and I know he has twin dimples at the base of his spine.
I wanted to lick them then.
Not just his dimples, though. I want to lick all of him.
Blinding lightning flashes through the front windows, and a thunderous boom shakes the cabin as Dane tugs my dress off my shoulders, down, exposing my bare breasts.
His breath catches. After the slightest hesitation, he brushes his thumbs over my hard nipples. “You’reverycold.”
“I’m very turned on.”
His erection pulses under his pants, brushing my belly.
“And I’m not the only one,” I add in a whisper as I reach for his belt.
“Amanda—” he says again, but he stops himself and shakes his head, and then he’s kissing me.
Kissing me and tugging my dress down over my hips until it falls to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my stilettos and a red glitter thong.
He cups my bare ass cheeks and makes a noise in the back of his throat while his tongue thrusts into my mouth. I fumble with his belt with shaky, cold, overeager fingers, and it takes me longer than it should to get it unbuckled.
But it’s finally free, and I make quick work of his button and zipper.
His pants easily slide off his hips.
He kicks out of them and pushes me deeper into the house, still kissing me, his fingernails scraping my ass cheeks and sending jolts of pleasure up the base of my spine that are more electric than the lightning storm outside.
Rain pounds on the roof.
The lights flicker and go out completely.
Chili yelps.
“Fuck,” Dane mutters. “Sorry, pup.”
“Sorry, Chili,” I echo on a gasp.
The dog grunts.
Lightning illuminates the room in quick flashes. Dane’s not looking at the dog.
He’s looking at me. Not just looking at me.
Commanding me.
Owning me.
