Darryl reaches out and brushes his thumb along the line of my jaw. My stomach quivers and I exhale a single soft moan. His eyes rest on my mouth and I think he is going to ask me for a kiss.
Finally, he sighed. "Come, let me show you what I brought."
Taking my clammy hand, he leads me to a closet. I stared blankly as he swung open the door. Within contained a few evening dresses hanging on rackets.
"You have a drawer full of matching underwear as well."
I turned to face him. Dark hair framed his face and shoulders. He's looking at me, his eyes, neither flat or cold. "Thanks."
Turning away, I removed a gorgeous slinky silver strapless dress with diamonds across the bodice. The slit ridiculously high.
"That would look amazing on you." Acres of animalistic hunger scattered across his face. "Remind me to send Jamie a token of my gratitude."
I cuddled the dress tightly.
"Do you know what concupiscence means."
I blinked, confused, shaking my head.
"It's Latin and it means lust. You just keep looking at me like that and you would see what would happen."
"Please don't."
"Don't what Adela? I haven't even touched you."
I gasp instinctively backing away from him, chewing nervously on my bottom lip. The storm between us growing more intense. The air full and heavy. I am all out of will power. I have never felt so much desire. No concupiscence for anyone. I can see the sparks fly.