21
ANNA
The look in his eyes was enough to make me wet. No man had ever looked at me the way he did. Every time he made me feel like my curves and lumps and bumps were perfect. Like my thighs weren’t too thick and my hips weren’t too wide. Like he couldn’t imagine me being any different than I was. If that wasn’t enough to make me want him, the way he drove me wild was.
He kissed me, and I swore I felt it in my toes. My entire body tingled. His hands slid over my body, squeezing and caressing and lighting me up. He gently pushed me backward until I hit the edge of his mattress.
“On the bed,” he said. His voice was rough, not cruel, just unsteady, like he was as close to losing it as I was.
I sat down on the edge and started to move up, but he grabbed my ankle. I looked up at him. His
