He still hadn’t moved. His hand stayed on my wrist, firm but gentle, his eyes fixed on mine like he was trying to hold himself together.I could feel his pulse against my skin and every second it stayed there made my chest tighten.“Let me go,” I whispered, though I didn’t mean it.His grip loosened slightly. “If I do,” he murmured, “you’re going to regret it.”I shook my head, as my voice trembled. “No, I won’t.”“Yes,” he said quietly. “You will.”Something in his voice made me ache even more. I could see it in his eyes: the way he wanted me, the way he was trying so damn hard not to show it.That restraint only made me want him more.“Why are you fighting it?” I breathed, stepping closer until my chest brushed his. “You want this.”He exhaled sharply. “Wanting isn’t the problem.”“Then what is?”He looked down at me. “Because if I start… I won’t stop.”The words hit me like a spark. My lips parted, but before I could speak, he stepped back, like he needed distance to keep from doin
The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept… tossing and turning, replaying every second of last night in my head. By the time the sun filtered through the curtains, I was already awake, sprawled in bed, staring at the ceiling with a grin tugging at my lips.He’s coming back today.I rolled off the bed and padded toward the wardrobe, pulling the doors open and scanning through my clothes. My fingers brushed over a silky red camisole with thin straps, deep neckline… and I smirked. “Perfect.”I paired it with the tiniest pair of shorts I owned, soft gray cotton that barely covered anything when I bent.I slipped into them, running my hands down my sides, studying my reflection in the mirror.The top fitted me perfectly, the fabric showed my sexy curves, the shorts riding up just enough to make my legs look longer.“Yeah,” I whispered, a mischievous smile curving my lips. “He won’t be walking out so fast this time.”By mid-morning, I was pacing the living room, pretendi
I yanked my hands back like I’d just burned myself. “Oh my God… sorry… again… I didn’t mean…” The words tumbled out in a rush.He just stood there, his lips quirking with a faint, amused smile, as if he was more entertained than bothered.But then my gaze dropped, just for a second, and my heart skipped.The spill hadn’t just dampened his trousers, it had landed there. Right over the outline of him, showing every inch of the hard length straining beneath.My mouth went dry. Holy shit.It was big. Too big.Heat shot straight through me, twisting low in my belly. My head screamed at me to look away, but my body… my body refused.He must’ve noticed, because his smile deepened, his voice dropping low. “Everything okay?”I snapped my gaze back up to his face, my cheeks burning hotter than the kettle still steaming behind me. “Y-yeah! I just… uh… I should get you a towel. Or… or maybe some water. No, not water, that’ll make it worse. Um…”I spun on my heel, nearly tripping over myself as I
stood up slowly, my legs still weak, my body aching in places I hadn’t even known could ache. My fingers brushed over my lips, swollen from his kisses and I let out a shaky laugh.Just a few days ago, I had been… innocent and naive. I didn’t know anything about this…about lust that made your body betray your mind, and now?I’d had sex with three different men. Three.And two of them? Random. People I barely knew.“God,” I whispered, my hand pressing against my chest as my heart raced.The thought should have scared me. Should have filled me with regret, shame, anything but this heat coiling low in my stomach again. But instead, I started laughing. Soft at first, then louder, until it bubbled out of me uncontrollably.I collapsed onto my couch, rolling over, clutching at the cushions as my laughter echoed into the room. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I giggled. “What the actual fuck am I doing?”But I liked it. No… I loved it.I pressed my palms over my face, groaning into them, bu
His eyes stayed on me, tracing the lines of my body. I swallowed hard, pressing my arm tighter across my chest, but it only made me more aware of how exposed I was, how my bare skin prickled under the weight of his stare.“Close the door,” I whispered, my voice shaky, but not in the way I expected.His hand, still holding my purse, tightened around it. Slowly, he stepped inside and nudged the door shut behind him. The soft click of the lock sliding into place made my stomach flip.He set my purse down on the small table, but his eyes never left me.“You’re…God, you’re beautiful.”Heat surged up my neck, my heart hammering so hard it almost hurt. I should have reached for the nearest thing to cover myself, a shirt, a towel, anything. But instead, I stood there, frozen, every part of me aware of him.He took a step forward, and then another.I backed up instinctively until the edge of the bed hit the backs of my knees. My legs trembled, not from fear, but from something I couldn’t name,
The screech of the wheels against the runway jolted me back into myself. My heart still pounded from everything that had happened in that bathroom. Since slipping back into my seat, I hadn’t dared look at him. Not once. My eyes stayed glued to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the shrinking clouds and the airport runway. I didn’t trust myself… because the moment I looked, I knew I’d remember the way he’d had me bent over the sink, my reflection watching as he fucked me senseless, and I couldn’t afford that.The seatbelt sign chimed, and passengers began to shuffle around, collecting their things. I reached down for my backpack, my hands still trembling slightly when he slid his business card onto my tray table and leaned back as if nothing had happened between us.“I’d love to connect again,” he said softly. “After today.”My chest tightened, but I didn’t pick it up. My eyes shifted to the card anyway… seeing his name and number. All I had to do was reach, but no.I pressed