I'm standing in front of him in nothing but white cotton panties, more exposed than I've ever been with anyone, vulnerable in ways that have nothing to do with clothing.
Erion groans. The sound is deep, rough, almost pained, vibrating through his chest into my back.
He drops his forehead to my shoulder, breath hot against my skin. "I'm trying to control myself so we don't get kicked out of this store. But you're making it very hard."
I'm breathing too fast, my heart racing, but the way he's looking at me makes me bold in ways I've never been before. Makes me want things I shouldn't want.
I take his hand and place it just at the top of my white panties.
"Do you want to show me how wet you are for me?" He makes a sound low in his throat, part growl, part groan, pure masculine satisfaction.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan, nod.
He gives a small slap to my ass and demands, "Say it!"
My mind is fuzzy. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"I want you to feel how wet I am!"
His hand slides inside my panties, fingers finding me slick and ready, proving exactly what he does to me.
His other hand moves to my breast, fingers finding my nipple, pinching and rolling until I gasp.
He sucks on my neck, hard enough that I know it will leave a mark.
The pleasure builds too fast, too intense, spiraling upward until I can barely breathe.
His hand moves from my breast to cover my mouth. "Shh. Nobody needs to know what a dirty girl you are. You're my dirty little girl, aren't you?"
The combination of his fingers inside me, his hand over my mouth, his voice whispering dirty things in my ear pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, shaking in his arms, my vision whiting out as pleasure crashes through me.
He holds me through it, murmuring praise against my skin in a mix of English and Albanian, words I don't understand but feel the meaning of anyway.
When I can breathe again, when my legs feel steady enough to support my weight, he turns me around.
Kisses me.
It's devastating. Deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine, taking everything I'm willing to give and demanding more. This kiss is different from what I expected, more intense, more possessive, more everything.
When we break apart, both breathing hard, he brings his fingers to his mouth, the ones that were just inside me.
He groans, eyes closing briefly. "Fucking delicious."
Then he kisses me one more time. Quick and hard, a promise and a threat all at once.
"I'll get you the right size," he says, voice rough. "Wait here."
He leaves me standing in the fitting room, panting and confused and wondering what the hell just happened, wondering what any of this means, wondering if I just made the best or worst decision of my life.
16
LUAN
The velvet box turns in my hand. Over and over, my thumb tracing the seam where fabric meets hinge, the texture soft.
