"Your dress looks wonderful," he said as he gave her a slow look over.
Wonderful is an understatement. She looks glorious! The deep red slip-on satin dress she is wearing clings on her body like a second skin. Looking at her makes him so damn thirsty.
Her hair was up on a messy bun, tendrils of her hair are on her nape, and the side of her face. He is controlling his hand to reach out and lift those wayward strands of her hair from her dewy skin.
She is wearing red lipsticks that emphasize her plump lips. They are right in front of his face, begging in silence to be captured. He wanted to have those lips in between his teeth and sucked them like hard candy.
He felt the familiar stirring of his groin. He grimaced thinking he was acting like a teenager in puberty with uncontrollable hormones.
"It is me that is wonderful, Tiefenbacher." she scoffed at him.
