TESSA
Shame hit me first. Then fear. Fear at how he was my undoing.
My body still tingled from his touch, but my mind screamed at me, ‘what have you done?’
I reached for the towel, wrapping it around my body, but he stopped my movements.
“A second ago you were screaming my name and you're regretting already?”
“This was a mistake and we both know it,” I pulled my hand away from his hold and wrapped the towel around myself.
“A mistake you say?” He pulled me closer to the edge of the table, holding on to my waist. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my middle.
He grinded into me, and my stomach tightened at the hot, pulsing pressure of him against my core. My lips parted, a needy breath escaping before I could stop it.
“Your body says otherwise.” His hips rolled once
