Hearing Alex admit that he wants this makes my heart start to gallop. The rest of my body feels frozen.

"I want it, too," I whisper.

I'm not sure if he even hears me over the band, but he seems to know my answer either way. His hand moves again, skimming over the tender place where my thighs meet before sweeping back up my stomach again. His head dips lower, and his lips press against the bare skin next to the shoulder strap of my dress. I try to twist my head, to ...