CHAPTER 6

A STRANGER’S TOUCH

I didn’t stop him …the ache in my chest twists into something else , something darker , hotter . He glances at me , his jaw tight , his eyes asking a question I already know the answer to, I should’ve said no . But instead, I whisper “just drive” . The music hums low from the speakers, the city lights streaking past the windshield like broken starts .

I close my eyes , trying to breathe, but my heart won’t slow down. The silence between us isn’t empty , it’s thick, charged, like we’re both pretending not to feel the same pull.

“We are here “he says, smiling at me, as the car finally slows, we’re in front of a house that looks nothing like mine, tall gates, warm lights glowing through wide glass windows, and a long driveway lined with trees that shimmer under the streetlamps. It’s quiet here, too quiet, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

He gets out of the car and opens my side of the door for me, such a gentleman, and that made me throb. He grabs my hands softly and pulls me out of the car, I catch his eyes still lingering on me, dark with a desire he’s barely holding back .

He unlocks the door and steps aside, waiting for me to enter first. The air inside smells faintly of cedar and expensive cologne. The living room is spacious, with dark wood floors and soft leather couches. Everything is neat, almost too neat , like he doesn’t let anyone in often. I trail behind him, my fingers brushing against the edge of the marble counter, the coldness grounding me. My heels click softly against the floor until he turns, his eyes finding mine again.

He strips his shirt off ,in one smooth motion, and my gaze betrays me , tracing every line , I forget how to breathe, his tight abs, sculpted arms , shoulders built to ruin a girl's self restraint. The faint sheen of sweat makes him glisten under the dim light, and my pulse trips over itself . God, he looks like he was carved to be touched .

“Come here,” he murmurs, voice low, almost hesitant.Before I can think, his hand slips to my waist, steady but careful, drawing me toward him.Before I can think, his hand slips to my waist, steady but careful, drawing me toward him. He pulls me in, closer, I feel everything , I feel his chiseled chest ,every inch of him feels too close, every heartbeat too loud. His breath meets mine, and the space between us disappears

For a moment I pretend it’s Daniel, his lips brush against mine , and I can’t help but catch it with mine, I kiss him so passionately, deeply. Now I feel his hands softly rubbing on my thighs, my senses now aroused , I give in fully , “you’re so sexy” he mutters as he kisses my neck, I gasp ,he grabs my ass , I pause , “If you’re not comfortable we can stop ,” he says quietly, we should, we really should.

But instead, I take one slow step closer. Then another. His breath catches.I close my eyes, feeling the quiet throb of his heartbeat under my palms. I lean in to kiss him and he catches my lips and kisses me back , he lifts up my blouse , glancing at my breast, I don’t know when my fingers slipped into his trousers, I now feel his hard dick . He lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom , the door closes behind us, muffling the world outside. The space feels darker here , dim lights, the faint sound of rain starting against the windows, the scent of him everywhere.

He drops me on his bed , and stands still, watching me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves too fast. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, he crawls up to me , his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. The touch sends a shiver down my spine .His hand lingers at my jaw, his thumb tracing the corner of my lips,He exhales shakily, his forehead resting against mine. “If I kiss you now,” he murmurs, “I won’t be able to stop.” And I… don’t want him to.

He leans in and starts kissing me , I grab his dick again and he lets out a soft moan. My body moves before my mind does as I pull down his trousers, he guides me as I take it off . Now laying on his back on the bed, watching me as I hold his hard thick dick . “Get on top” he says . I crawl up to him, his dick now rubbing on my clit . I moan as I feel him slide into me . my knees, and his hands on my waist support me as I begin to ride him slowly, Up and down , and with each stroke he moans my name ,everything inside me stirs, his hands trace up to my breasts , cupping them, “you are so sexy “ those words sends a shiver through me , undoing what little composure I have left , I ride faster , and faster …”I’m cumming , I’m cumming …, arhhhh” he exclaims as I get up from him . I lay back flat , now breathing fast , my legs weak , I feel like I’m floating. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. My heart is still racing, but the rush is fading, leaving a strange, heavy calm behind.

He shifts beside me, turning toward me with a soft look that makes my chest tighten. His arm slides over my stomach, like he wants to draw me closer, keep me there.

I freeze. It feels too gentle, too real. Daniel never did this, never lingered, never held me afterward. The warmth of this man’s touch stirs something I don’t know how to handle.“I just want to hold you,” he murmurs against my hair. I nod, but I don’t move. I stare up at the ceiling instead, my mind already trying to build distance, to pretend this doesn’t mean anything. The sheets are warm, the air thick, and all I want is silence, to close my eyes, to stop feeling so exposed.

He presses a light kiss to my shoulder. I don’t pull away, but I don’t turn toward him either. Part of me aches for the comfort he’s offering; the rest of me just wants to sleep and forget the weight of what we’ve done.