Dermot's pov
He attacked my lips with so much hunger, I had no choice but to surrender. I lifted my neck to match his pace.
Carefully placing the bottle of wine on the counter, I wrapped my hands around his neck, scraping my nails at the nape of his neck, he groaned.
I smiled to myself, the kiss was making me drunk or the wine. I don't know which
Blame it on the alcohol, I broke off the kiss and fumbled with the button on his shirt, eager to rip them off. He let me unbutton his shirt and watched me as I turned around for him to undo my bra.
I heard his sharp intake of breath when my dress pooled at my feet, I was left in my matching set and heels, I probably looked like a stripper. I turned around, not giving him time to recover. I trailed my hands over his chest, abs, and treasure trail. I have been dreaming of doing that, he sure works out.
"I want you," I said.
