Chapter 83

Layla’s POV

My muscles trembled as his hands settled over the slim straps of my dress and stopped. My breath hitched as seconds beat past, and the heavy weight of his palm pressed against the top of my breasts. My heart pounded so loud that I knew he heard it. Anticipation cranked hard between us until I battled a scream, and then he hooked his index finger underneath the strap and pulled it down.

Oh, God.

Cool air rushed over my skin, but his gaze scorched it as he drank in the flesh revealed. My nipples hardened into points as the silk caught briefly, then continued on its path. He gently maneuvered my arms out of the holes, then moved the fabric even lower, exposing my belly and hips. He stopped and studied every inch of my nakedness with a silent intensity that unnerved me until I longed to say something, but the words died in my throat.

His hands settled on my hips. He grasped the delicate fabric at both sides and began to work it down o