I felt his eyes probing my body over my clothes while he pretended to look at my books. I saw the same look in his eyes when I leaned against my dresser in front of him. He stared at me like a delicious piece of meat he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. And I certainly didn’t mind the attention. I’d never met a man quite like Gage, and I certainly couldn’t remember another man who’d devoured me with his eyes the way Gage did. His eyes had molested me the way I wanted his big, strong hands to. I wanted to feel his touch all over my body, and his eyes only intensified that desire. I watched his imagination work over every article of clothing as I filled my suitcase in front of him. I purposefully took the time to choose each article of clothing individually, especially my panties and bras, holding them up against the clothes I had on as if checking to be sure they fit, when I was really just trying to gauge the reaction in his eyes.
