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I'm so focused on the way Alex is making me feel that I don't even realize we're shuffling backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. He's the one who breaks the kiss, pulling back and breathing heavily, his gaze holding an unspoken question as he tugs again at the hem of my dress.
I nod shakily, silently giving him my approval. My knees wobble, threatening to give out from beneath me, and I have to steady myself by holding onto his broad shoulders to keep from toppling over. Slowly, he drags my dress up over my head and tosses it at our feet.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "Do you want this?"
"We don't have to," he adds when I don't speak up right away. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties, sliding back and forth and tickling my hips. "I don't wanna pressure you. It's okay if you don't—"
I cup my hand over his mouth, effectively cutting him off. "It's okay. I want to."
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He smiles beneath my palm as he reaches up to pry my fingers from his face. A nervous excitement buzzed through me, my blood singing in my veins, as I watch him pull his shirt over his head.
