s**t. She’d never been on a date before. Perhaps there were rules to it. Like not wearing spots and stripes together or perhaps high heels didn’t go with this type of dress?
The fierce look on Eoin’s face melted and he nudged Archon’s arm aside to step forward. She didn’t back away as he walked right into her personal space. Sliding a large hand over the back of her hips, he eased her against his large, hard frame.
“No, sweetling, you didn’t get anything wrong,” he said, his voice a low rasp that whispered dirty things to her overactive imagination. “You’re perfect. But... oh god, seeing you in this...”
He reached out, sliding a strong finger under the strap of her dress. He didn’t pull it down, just slid his finger under it from front to back. The soft brush of his finger against her s
