That little minx. I scooped up the puppy who was pressed against her leg, and ensured that my knuckles brushed against her skin. Fuck, her skin was soft.
I rose back up to my full height and watched her fingers clutching the dress fabric so hard, her knuckles turned white. I almost expected her to twirl around, but Y/n was too cool for that. And so damn beautiful.
The cut of her dress in the back was low, baring her smooth, pale back, leaving plenty to the imagination. It dipped just low enough to give you more than just a glimpse of that smooth beautiful skin. To have me imagining what I could do to that ass nestled just underneath the dress’s edge.
I ignored the heat running straight to my dick and forced my gaze up her torso. Not many women would be able to pull off a dress like that. But Y/n, she looked like a queen in it.