He agreed and his hands ran over the back of her dress until he found the zipper. He tugged it down and she stepped back, allowing the fabric to slither down her body leaving her standing before him in sheer, white lace lingerie. He sucked in a breath and took a step back so that he could take in the sight, memorizing it. The white against her dark skin was gorgeous…she was gorgeous.

“Don’t you dare say something about my chocolate, mocha, cappuccino skin,” she warned, stepping ...