He didn't move, but the intensity in his gaze was enough to make her breath hitch. Slowly, he reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before dipping to the sensitive hollow of her throat. "Anticipation is a fine torture," Julian said, his fingers lingering on the zipper at the nape of her neck. "But I've reached my limit."
With a sharp, silver click, the zipper gave way. The dress pooled at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her in nothing but the soft glow of the city lights and the heat of his attention. He pulled her closer, his hands finding the bare skin of her waist, and for a moment, the only sound was the storm outside and the synchronized thrum of two hearts finally finding their rhythm.