Darkness Before Dawn

voice.
    I turn around quickly, feeling my hair swing with me and hit his body before I collect it up in my hands again so that he can see the low cut on the back of it. He caresses my back with the back of his finger close to the edges of dress, making me shiver as he pays close attention to the dip that's dangerously close to my butt. He draws the U of it a couple of times before sliding his finger inside of the fabric.
    "This is really low," he murmurs, closing the gap between us so that his mouth is over my ear and his chest is practically flush against my back. Even with his hand between us, I can feel him hard against me and see the heat in his eyes in the mirror in front of us. I let go of my hair and throw my head back against his chest. My eyes flutter closed when he moves his hand to hold my pelvis and pivots against me. He brings both hands in front of me and moves them over the thin fabric of my dress, placing them over my sensitive breasts, teasing them.
    "You're not wearing a bra?" he asks with a strained voice, still at the shell of my ear.
    My breath hitches in response, and he pinches my nipples, making me whimper and open my eyes quickly.
    "No," I reply breathlessly.
    "You're trying to kill me," he says, narrowing his eyes at me in the mirror. "You're trying to fucking kill me tonight."
    I bite down on my lip and push my hips back with a low moan, feeling his breathing increase in my ear.
    "Baby, don't start something you can't finish," he warns hoarsely.
    "You started it," I pant, slipping my hand behind me and cupping him over his pants. He groans deeply.
    Loud knocks on the door make us both pause and let out deep breaths. Cole drops his hands from my breasts and clears his throat, not taking his blazing eyes off mine in the mirror.
    "Be right there!" he yells at the door before lowering his head and biting my earlobe. "We'll finish this later...you need earrings."
    "Damn it. I knew I was missing something," I say under my breath.
    "You haven't been in your closet, have you?" he asks, shaking his head and letting out a chuckle as he adjusts himself in his pants.
    "No," I reply, confused.
    "Well, you may want to go now," he says, walking toward the front door.
    I walk back to our room and to my closet. I've had the dress hanging on the bathroom door for a couple of days, and rarely go into my closet since I keep my underwear and lounging clothes in the drawers in the bathroom, but I'm pretty sure I got my shoes out of there. As I'm trying to sort out my confusion, I open the door to my walk-in closet and switch the light on, gasping when I find a vase full of huge sunflowers beside a wrapped present on the small table in the middle. I beam as I walk toward it, wondering what in the world he could have gotten me now. I touch the yellow petals lightly and smile at his gesture, always the romantic. He got me the same flowers when we went on our first date together. I pick up a small envelope with my name on it and tear it open, finding a note from him:
     

     
    I smile and place the note beside the vase and begin to unwrap the present, careful not to tear the wrapping paper that has the word love written all over it in different colors. My eyebrows knit together when I find the Jimmy Choo shoebox that the shoes I'm wearing came in. I open it, finding a smaller box in it wrapped in the same paper. I groan when I realize the game he wants to play, which he knows I absolutely hate. His laughter erupts behind me, and I roll my eyes as I face him.
    "I love you and I love the flowers and the note and the gesture, but why do you always do this to me?" I ask exasperated.
    He's smiling as he strides toward me and taps the tip of my nose with his finger. "Because I love how cute you look when you're frustrated. It's fun!"
    "So not fun," I mumble under my breath, making him chuckle.
    "Hurry up and open it! We're already running late."
    I sigh and tear the wrapping paper of this box a little faster than the last and find another small box inside of that one. I grit my teeth to keep from cursing or saying anything mean and take another deep breath as I tear through the next box with wrapping paper, finally finding two Tiffany blue boxes. I bite down on my smile and pick one up.
    "That one first," he interrupts, making me look at him with narrowed eyes.
    I put down the smaller box and pick up the other one, opening it to find a pair of breathtaking diamond chandelier earrings. My mouth drops open as I take in how