Naked Secrets
“Are you a virgin?”
The question hit her as sharply as his body did, pressing her against the cool wall of the stall, heat rolling off him in waves. His palm was firm on her hip, steady and unyielding, pinning her just enough to make her pulse stumble.
She didn’t answer—not right away. Maybe it was the way his eyes held hers, dark and almost unreadable, or maybe it was the ache that had been coiled too tight inside her for too long. Either way, she only swallowed and let out a breath that sounded more like a dare than a confession.
He didn’t push for an answer. Instead, his body stayed close, every slow, deliberate shift making her hyper-aware of the space—or lack of it—between them. Her breath caught as his chest brushed hers, the movement teasing, the anticipation building until she felt ready to break.
She wanted to take him home. Or maybe she wanted him to decide for her, to take control and erase every trace of loneliness that had crept in over the years. His touch was measured but hungry, fingertips trailing down her side, just barely grazing the edge of her dress.
Heat pooled low in her belly when his thumb dipped beneath the hem, drawing soft circles on skin that hadn’t been touched in months. His mouth hovered close to hers, his breath warm, a hint of a smile playing at the edge of his lips.
She parted her lips, a sound slipping free before she could stop it. He caught it—a low, amused rumble deep in his chest. He leaned in, letting his mouth graze her jaw, slow and unhurried, teasing her until she tilted her head, offering more.
He took his time, building her up piece by piece. His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, guiding her until her body fit perfectly against his. Her hands found his shirt, twisting in the fabric, aching for closeness but meeting only the barrier of his patience.
Every second he held back made her want more. Her breath quickened, heart hammering in her chest as he traced a lazy line along her spine, the air between them thickening with every inch he conquered.
“Tell me,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear, “how far do you want me to go?”
She swallowed hard, the answer barely a whisper. “All the way.”
His eyes went even darker, and for a moment she wondered if he’d let her fall or catch her when she finally gave in. He leaned in, lips skimming her neck, hands sliding lower, bolder now, drawing out every gasp and shiver he could find.
And just as her breath hitched, just as her knees started to weaken and her control began to slip, his hand dipped beneath her dress—and everything else faded away.
