He moved behind her, his hands finding the zipper of her dress. He lowered it with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing her spine, making her shiver. The fabric pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it, standing in just her bra and panties.

"God, look at you." Marcus's voice was reverent. His hands skimmed up her sides, over her ribs, making her skin pebble with goosebumps. "I've imagined this. Three years of imagining what you'd look like exactly like this."

"And?" She was proud of how steady her voice was.

"You're better than every fantasy."

He unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. When his hands...