"you said you loved it?"

"fuck, ivy, it's sexy as hell," he growls.

i smile and blush at the same time.

"but don't you think there's a little too much skin showing in the back?" he asks.

this actually makes me laugh. i used to think he didn't want me to show off my body because he didn't like other guys to see it. but now i think i was wrong-it's because him seeing so much skin drives him wild, and i love that! i step close to him. "i think it's the perfect amount of skin," i whisper hotly against his lips.

he catches my mouth and kisses me. "yeah, for roving hands who want to feel you in places where they shouldn't be," he breathes, sliding a hand into the side of my dress and squeezing my breast.

smiling, i say, "trust me, you're the only one thinking that way."

i turn around and throw him a wink, but before i can move away his hands are on my h*ps and when i rock back against him, i can feel the heat and hardness of his c**k beneath the layers of fabric. he mumbles something against my skin that sounds like, "fuck, you'd think i was fourteen again," but i don't ask why because the softness of his mouth in my ear and the feel of his breath against my cheek is all i care about. he turns me around and anchors his h*ps to mine. he slips his arms around my waist and i place mine around his neck. his feet start to move in a slow circle-he's dancing with me in the bathroom. i strain to hear the lyrics to the song playing as his fingers trace the exposed bumps of my spine. he draws me closer and i can smell his cologne-a mix of the sea, the sun, the earth, and a mediterranean breeze. i breathe him in and become intoxicated by his scent.

"you smell so good," i murmur in his ear.

"you like it? i wore it for you."

"mmm-hmmm . . ."

my head fits perfectly on his shoulder and i find all the comfort i need for the night ahead right here in him. his hands slide up the center of my back-the skin against skin contact makes me forget any apprehension i'm feeling. he suddenly dips me and pulls me back to him. "we have to go," he murmurs. but instead of letting me go, he kisses me again.

"we have to go," i breathe around his lips. i can feel his sexy smile against my mouth, but i somehow manage to break free and make my way back over to the vanity on shaky legs. i pick up my earrings-the sapphires that dangle with stars at the bottom. he grins at me as i put them in both ears. we stare at each other and i'm sure we're both remembering the woman who gave me her earrings because she just knew i was going to be a star.