The bodice gaped and Alana wiggled. The satin fabric whispered down her body to her ankles.

Stefan swallowed. "My imagination didn't come close."

She smiled, lifting the gown from the balcony floor and tossing it onto a lounge chair. There was something decadent about being on a balcony in nothing but her lingerie, she thought. And even more decadent with Stefan eating her alive with his eyes.

"Man, oh man." His hand coasted up her side, over her iridescent lavender stockings, the thin strap ...