On a Thursday night, I took the midnight train to my hometown to visit my parents. Since I began going to college and working full time, I hadn't been able to go home as often as I wanted, so I wanted to surprise them by arriving a day early.
The train was nearly empty, and I found a secluded compartment easily. My plan was to sleep for the six-hour ride and wake up refreshed. To make myself comfortable, I stowed my bag in the overhead compartment and sat down.
As soon as the train left the station, the door to the cabin opened, and I thought it was a conductor checking tickets. Instead, I locked eyes with a tall, dark-haired guy holding a cup of coffee. His brown eyes looked at me with a seductive slowness that made my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry.
As his gaze travelled over my body, he seemed to assess me slowly in a way that made me feel as if he could see right through me. My body responded as though he were touching me. My skin tingled, every hair stood on end, and my heart raced like I was racing up a steep hill.
A rush of desire ran through me as his eyes locked with mine. The sparkle in his seductive eyes drew me in; they were like dark pools of mystery. I couldn't help but stare at them. They teased me, daring me to come closer. The more I looked into them, the more lost I became and I wanted to dive into the depths of those eyes, to explore all their secrets.
He was sexy, and he knew it. His confidence was what made him so irresistible, and I wanted to get my hands all over him. I knew he could be dangerous--but only in the best possible way. My knees trembled as he licked his lips. If I had been able to breathe, I would have sighed. A smile crept onto his face as one corner of his mouth curled up seductively and I could feel my self-control slipping away. He asked if he could sit down, and I nodded.
My heart pounded as I watched him place his bag in the overhead compartment. His jeans clung to his body in a way that made me want to gawk at his ass all day. When he took off his jacket, I noticed it had the logo of my college's athletic department. I had never seen him around campus before. As far as I could tell, he looked older than me, perhaps a senior.
He casually draped the jacket over his bag in the compartment, and my eyes were drawn to the bulges of his biceps, which tensed and flexed as he lifted his arms. I felt a warmth growing between my legs as I imagined those strong hands on my body. His shirt was tight against the rest of his body, revealing the outlines of every muscle.
He caught me staring, and I could feel a surge of heat rush through my body as he looked at me with amusement. His grin widened, showing off his perfect white teeth. The sound of his low chuckle sent a spark through me, like the first crackle of flame from a match in dry grass. The blood rushed to my face as his gaze intensified. My heart pounded faster beneath my breast; I felt like I couldn't breathe.
My eyes darted around the small space, but he was everywhere I looked--his eyes watching me, a pleased smirk on his face as if he knew exactly how uncomfortable he was making me. I tried to ignore his stare by looking out of the window, but it was no use--I could still feel his gaze on me. From the corner of my eyes, I watched him ease into the seat across from me.
He extended a hand to me and said, "I'm Jacob."
"Anna," I said, my voice barely audible as I shook his hand, feeling the jolt of electricity that ran from my palm to my core.
We stared at each other for a moment longer, then Jacob grinned and said, "Nice to meet you, Anna."
Letting go of my hand, he settled back in his chair and let his eyes roam over me. He was shamelessly taking in every inch of my body, and I felt exposed, yet excited. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I drew in a breath that seemed to catch in my throat. My lips felt suddenly swollen, and a rush of blood pulsed between my legs.
Jacob seemed like the type who did whatever he wanted, with whomever he wanted, and I found myself wondering what he would do if I threw caution to the wind and did something daring--something bold. I knew he wanted to kiss me. His eyes had already said so. My lips parted on impulse, and I couldn't help but lick them. It was an audacious move--one that was totally unlike me, but I couldn't help myself.
His lips curved in a smile that was both playful and mischievous, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my head. Wanting to provoke him, I adjusted the top of my blouse so that it showed off the curves of my breasts to their best advantage and crossed my legs to give him a glimpse of what lay between them.
His smile turned wicked, and he said in a deep voice, "Take them off."
I knew exactly what he meant. The thought of doing something so naughty, so thrilling, made blood pump through my veins. His eyes burned into me and a fire of lust rose up inside of me, consuming any lingering reservation I had. Reaching under my skirt, I pulled my thongs down my thighs with trembling hands. I was glad I had worn sneakers, because it made it easier to take them off than if I had worn heels.
I felt a surge of excitement as I held the silky fabric of my pink lace thongs in my hand. The knowledge that I was doing something risky only heightened the feeling. My mind was screaming at me that this was insane, but my body was begging for more.
Suddenly, Jacob leaned forward and grabbed my thongs. He lifted the delicate fabric to his nose and breathed in deeply, exhaling softly. His eyelids were closed as he inhaled my most private scent.