Somehow his want is so focused and so heated that his fingers don't tremble at all as he tucks her hair over one shoulder and slides the zipper down smoothly. His hands slide over her hot skin as he pushes the fabric of her dress away. The thong catches his attention immediately, as the dress slips down past her hips.

For a moment he's distracted by the sudden need to run his hands down her back, to fit each palm over one of her arse cheeks and squeeze gently.