Stephanie's POV
They became a tangled mess on the couch, and before Stephanie knew it, she was on Alexander. His hands all over her, leaving fire in their wake. Everywhere he touched her burned, making her hot and hungry for more. She locked her arms behind his neck, and their mouths met for another kiss, only pulling apart when they needed to breathe.
"I need this dress off you, Stephanie; it's driving me mad," Alexander growled. She left his neck and removed her dress. She was left bare chested in only her panties—she hadn't worn a bra with the dress. Alexander stared at her like an animal starved. If she had any previous self-esteem issues regarding her body, one look from him would have eradicated it.
