Iva's fingers trembled as she reached for the hem. She pulled the dress over her head and let it fall to the floor, standing before him in nothing but a thin undergarment and the pulse pounding between her thighs.
Caleb's eyes darkened.
"All of it."
She pulled the undergarment off.
The air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps across her arms. But she wasn't cold. Not with the way he was looking at her. His gaze was a physical thing, tracing every curve, every shadow, every place where her body blushed under his attention.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful."
He stepped toward her, and then his hands were on her skin.
He started at her shoulders. His palms glided down her arms, over the sensitive skin of her inner elbows, to her wrists. He lifted her hands and pressed kisses to
