Desire flows through my veins. I kiss her neck, travel over her bare shoulder and lower the dress strap as I kiss the trail of freckles running down her arm. She shivers. My fingers explore her, searching for the same zipper I pulled up earlier today while she was dressing.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice comes out raw, lustful.

I press my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She’s so soft and small compared to me and yet, we fit perfectly together. I slide my tongue between her plump lips. She opens for me, letting out a soft moan. I thread my hands through her hair, pulling her closer. I can’t get enough of her. Her hands curl behind my head, clutching me closer. It’s like we’re desperate to become one. Our lips fuse into each other’s, the slow kiss becomes frantic, urgent.

Suddenly, the effect of the tequila is gone, and I’m drunk on Claire. Her scent, her taste, her moans, are like crack. I’m high on her. She’s all I want, all I’ll ever need. My hands begin to move down her body, finding the hem of her dress. I grow harder as I realize she’s not wearing underwear.

I break the kiss, searching for the fucking zipper to take the dress off. “Commando?” I ask, like a man who’s about to find the Holy Grail.

“The panty line was showing.”

One hand travels back to her tight ass, pulling the dress higher.

“It’s on the side,” she says with a chuckle, moving away from me and glancing at my suit. “You’re wearing too many clothes…” She licks her lips.

“Mr. Archer,” she says with a strained voice.

“For now, we focus on you, Ms. Solis. I need to explore every inch of your body with my hands,” I say, moving my hand up her thigh. Her breath catches as I almost touch her pussy. “And my mouth.”

I finally get her dress off and admire her gorgeous body, taking it all in until our gazes meet. Her eyes are filled with longing and vulnerability. I bend closer to her, running my lips down her sternum and toward her beautiful globes, licking one of her dark pink nipples, and sucking on it.

She moans, her back arching as she grabs the back of my neck. I wrap an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my other hand, squeezing it, flicking her nipple as I continue sucking on the other.

This is beyond perfect.

My face buried between her breasts, my hands exploring her luscious body. I move my hand away from her breast, dragging it to the apex of her thighs and she shudders against my hand. She’s so wet. For me.

“I want you inside me,” she says, firmly, almost commanding.

She grabs my dress shirt, unbuttoning it frantically.