"Gosh, finally." I exhale as Grayson unzips the dress for me.
"Looks like you couldn't wait to get out of it." He chuckles, holding my hand as I step out of the dress now pooled around my feet.
I nod as my sucked‐in stomach relaxes "Sure right."
"You aren't the only one who couldn't wait until you got out of that dress." Clay whispers, circling his arms around me from behind. "I can't tell you how badly I wanted to rip that dress off of you and claim you." His thumb gently sweeps across my n*ked stomach, littering my skin with goosebumps. "But at the same time, you looked so damn beautiful... I've never been so conflicted about wanting to strip a woman before." He confesses, his words airily spoken as he presses his lips against my neck. I squirm under his touch as his hands trail up t
