There is something ravenous in his stare.
His tongue traces slowly over his lower lip as he studies me, starting at my face, pausing on my mouth, then travelling down over my breasts, my stomach… until it comes to a stop between my thighs.
He is still fully dressed.
Only the first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is long gone, but otherwise he remains perfectly put together, watching me as though he is deciding exactly how he intends to ruin me.
And he will.
Ruin me, that is.
Then he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
One button at a time.
My breath catches as the fabric parts and his body comes into view.
His shoulders are broad. His body is all hard muscle, his torso sculpted, with a defined eight pack.
It is obvious the man trains like mad. Likely hasn’t missed a day in the gym for years.
He shrugs the shirt off and tosses it somewhere on the floor before unfastening his trousers and stepping out of them, leaving him in only his boxers.
The outline of his cock is visible beneath the fabric, and it is suddenly hard to swallow.
The man is seriously packed.
I’ve no idea how that is supposed to fit inside me.
And I haven’t even really seen him yet.
A moment later, he places a knee on the bed and climbs over me, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.
The next instant, his mouth claims mine in another ravaging kiss.
A soft moan leaves me, caught instantly by his mouth.
My body feels on fire.
He makes me feel things I absolutely should not.
Well, should, perhaps.
Butheshould not be the one to wake them in me.
But tonight is for mistakes. For feeling good, for forgetting what comes tomorrow.
It’s too late to stop now. And I don’t want to stop.
Because the kiss, his tongue tangled with mine, the heat of his body, the feel of his skin, it all feels so good.
Tonight, I will let go of every thought, every shred of reason, and simply feel.
Tomorrow can deal with the consequences.
What makes this dangerous is not that I am having a one night stand, nor that I am doing so for the first time. I am not mafia. My virginity is not something I was ever expected to preserve for appearances and all that tedious, misogynistic nonsense.
It iswhoI am losing it to.
