It looked better than I thought it would and I couldn’t stop playing with its soft but expensive fabric. I had to remove my bra because the chest size was perfect for my girlies and I didn’t want to suffocate them. I couldn’t reach for the zipper and my cheeks flushed harder, knowing I had to ask James to zip it up.
It doesn’t mean anything.
“James,” I called out, poking my head through the curtain to find him leaning on the wall with crossed arms.Yummy. “Can you help me zip up?”
PARTII
“See me after class.”
IT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING
MIA
Iparted the curtain when he prowled towards me, and I felt small against him. Standing barefoot in just a little cute dress. Licking my lips, I turned around and felt his warm presence on my back. The hairs on the back of my nape rose up when he took a step closer.
I watched him in the mirror reflection, the delicious clench of his jaw as his fingers moved my hair over my shoulder. I shivered at the brush of his electrifying touch and fidgeted with my hands in front of me. His hot breath brushed against my bare shoulder as he made a low voice from his throat.
“What happened?” My voice was barely audible because that sound.Thatsound. It did things to me that weren’t appropriate one bit.
His ocean eyes met mine through the reflection. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
Oh.Oh.
The sound of zipper filled around us and it felt like we were in our own cocoon with no one around. I liked it. I liked it very much. I hated that I liked it very much.
“Were you braless the entire day, Princess?” his deep voice whispered in my ear, goosebumps raking through my body hearing his gruff voice with such intimacy.
I squirmed on my feet, trying to ease off the burning and rubbing my thighs together. His eyes darkened when he stayed rooted behind me even after zipping the dress. “I—of course not. The dress was a little tight,” I explained, looking at him.
Big mistake.
I hadn’t counted the math in my head because we were hair’s breadth away from each other. His eyes, his face, his lips were too close, and I was finding it hard to breathe. The pupils of his eyes dilated when he whispered, his warm large hand still on my back, “Good.”
He took a step back and turned me around so he could have a look. All too sudden, I didn’t want this dress for me. I wanted it for him. So he could look at me like that again and again. He tilted his head, a frown between his brows. “You need heels.”
Before I could utter a single word, he gave me a pair of the white heeled Mary Janes that I had seen before. The heel was over four inches but thankfully it had a strap on the ankle.
“Wear them.”
I nodded, my tongue heavy in my mouth, and leaned down. I started hearing that sound from his throat again. It almost resembled a groan… or a growl. I couldn’t really tell.
“Stay still,” he said to me, his eyes dark when I straightened up. I frowned when he knelt down in front of me. He kept one of the heels on his thigh and looked at me.
I blushed harder and holding his shoulder, I put on the heels. His deft fingers strapped the buckle and moved to the other foot. I watched his hand linger on my ankle as his eyes slowly slid up the length of my leg.
Between them.
“James…” I scrunched my hand on the fabric of his shirt and felt his shoulders tense when he noticed something.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, more to himself than me. When I tried to move my leg at the embarrassment, he tightened his hold on my ankle. His eyes were pinned on the spot between my legs. “You’ve soaked your panties, Princess.”
“James, I…”
He looked at me and I took a sharp breath, seeing the sharp, wicked look on his face. He looked different. He wasn’t sad, angry, or happy. No, I had never seen this look on his face until then. It scared me. It excited me.
“Please.”
I didn’t know the word was out of my mouth until it was too late. I didn’t know why I had said that. I didn’t know what I was saying please for.