He slipped his hands down to my bare shoulders. “Strapless,” he said approvingly, a smile ghosting over his lips. He trailed his hands down my back, then around to my waist, feeling the material and letting it slide through his fingers. “Color?” “Black,” I managed, as his hands had left little trails of heat all over my body. “Are you wearing lipstick?” “Yes.” “You’re going to have to redo it,”
