I gape at him. "Speak for yourself."

He grins crookedly, dropping his pants and underwear to reveal the hard, relentless evidence of his arousal. His body is perfect—every muscle sculpted, every line defined. Broad shoulders taper into a narrow waist, arms thick and strong. It's impossible not to stare.

"I want you," Alexander breathes, leaning over me, one hand slipping behind my back to undo my bra.

"I want you too," I whisper, even though logic ...