"Holy fuck..." Jean trailed, his eyes going over her curves, heavily accentuated by the clinginess of the sheer lace material of dress and he moved closer, letting his eyes and fingers follow the trail of the chain attached to the shoulder straps of the dress, dangling straight down the middle of her opened back, golden against her velvety dark skin.
"Jean..." Scarlett breathed, his fingers on her body leaving trails of fire that ignited passion in the pits of her stomach.
"You're so fucking sexy, Scar. I can't wait to rip this dress off of you tonight." He brought his mouth to her neck, kissing along in a trail along her neckline as he did her zipper. But there wasn't even much to do to begin with. The zipper only covered the lower part of her body and left her back exposed.
