I arched and moaned—far too loudly in the silence of that sleeping house.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Matthew murmured, “that you look stunning tonight.”
“I’m afraid it’s”—my breath hitched as his lips landed against the nape of my neck—“it’s not my dress.”
“Then I’ll have to take you shopping.”
“Oh God. Would you really?”
The zip rasped as Matthew slowly drew it down. “Yes. We’ll go to Bahnhofstrasse and the Avenue Montaigne, Fifth Avenue, Ginza…”
“Rodeo Drive?” I suggested, lost in the moment.
“Anywhere. Everywhere.” His fingers traced the straps of my dress all the way across my back until he was inching them down my arms. “I’ll lay the world at your feet.”
“You’re the only world I’ve ever wanted. But I have to admit”—I squirmed helplessly as the gown began to slip from my
