*Josie*
The door slamming in our wake should have me wondering if I pushed him too far. Instead, as I stand in the center of the room, my back to him, my body is thrumming with anticipation.
I feel the tug on the lacings of my gown, then the slow parting of the cloth as he takes his sweet time to loosen the bindings. He skims one finger across my shoulders and back, lingering on my spine, before trailing it down one side, up the other. He presses his lips to my nape, and I feel the heated circle of dew formed by his open mouth. Everything within me turns molten. I want that dew covering every inch of my body.
He eases my gown down, and I step out of it.
“I’ll leave the remainder to you," He says.
Disappointment slams into me. Turning, I see that he is already at the wardrobe in the pro
