The man reached behind her to find the zipper of her dress. Excruciatingly slowly, and the anticipation practically killed her, he lowered it. The dress came loose around Kate’s breasts, and now Ryan relished in a little more than a hint of her bosom. The rosy skin beaconed to him, and he didn’t bother to fight his desire but carefully traced the contour of one breast with one of his fingers.
Kate’s eyes never left his face. The texture of her skin fascinated Ryan. Ryan's finger ran over Kate's skin, and she shivered. Ryan shifted his gaze to her eyes. The woman’s pupils widened, and her lips parted, inviting him to taste them.
Ryan had already decided not to refuse her or himself anything, so he leaned forward, licked his lips nervously, and then touched them to hers. He caught her ligh
