The mafia chef's eyes sparkled at my words, her grin widening. She leaned back, reaching for the hem of my dress, and I felt a rush of excitement as she pulled it down my body. It caught for a moment on my hips, and she let out a low curse.
"Help me out here," she said.
I lifted my hips slightly, and the dress fell away, leaving me exposed before her. Cool air brushed against my skin, raising goosebumps, but I barely registered it.
All I could see was her those dark eyes, that smirk. The way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the universe.
"Perfect," she said, the word like a soft caress.
Her hands skated down my thighs, her fingertips barely grazing my skin, and I shivered at the touch.
Her lips traveled downward, stopping for a moment to kiss my stomach, her mouth gentle on my skin. Her teeth caught on the waistband of my underwear as she tugged it down, leaving a stinging sensation in their wake.
