Take Me Home

Chapter 6 - Showcasing Confessions

"Matt, can you zip me up?" Vxiey called out from inside the dressing room, her voice muffled by the fabric of the dress she was trying on. The door creaked open a few inches, his fingers brushing against her back as he reached for the zipper.

"Sure thing, Vixey," he replied, his voice low and slightly husky. She could feel the heat of his body close in on hers, and her heart raced. The dress was a deep crimson, hugging her curves in all the right places. She turned to face him, the fabric rustling softly.

"How does it look?" she asked, twirling slightly. The dress swirled around her knees, and she watched his eyes follow the movement.

"You look... stunning," he said, his gaze locking onto hers. There was something in his eyes, a spark of desire that made her breath catch. "Every dress you try on just gets better and better."

Vixey blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "R-really?"

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch the fabric of the dress. "Absolutely. You—have no idea how beautiful you are."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. "Thanks, Matt. You're honestly making me feel special."

He smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made her stomach flutter. "Good. Because you are."

They stood there for a moment, the air between them charged with tension. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing every curve, every line of the dress. It was overwhelming, intoxicating.

"Maybe you should try on another one," he suggested, his voice a whisper now.

Vixey nodded, unable to form words. He stepped back, giving her space, but she could still feel his presence behind her. She grabbed another dress from the pile, this one a delicate lace, and slipped into the dressing room.

As she changed, she couldn't stop thinking about Matt's reaction. His compliments, his gaze, the way he made her feel. It was all too much, too intense. I took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

When she emerged again, the lace dress clung to her body, highlighting every detail. I turned to face him, heart pounding in her chest.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He didn't say anything at first, just stared, his yellow eyes dark with desire. Then he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the edge of the lace. "Vixey, you look... incredible."

His touch sent sparks through her, and she shivered. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He moved closer again, his body almost touching hers. "Can I see how it looks from the back?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

She hesitantly turned, presenting the dress to him. His hands slid along my shoulders, his touch light but electrifying. "So beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

The sensation made her gasp, and she leaned back slightly, pressing into him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Matt," she breathed, her voice a mix of surprise and desire.

"Shh," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. "Just let me."

His kisses were soft at first, then harder, more demanding. Vixey melted against him, her hands gripping his arms. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the small, intimate space of the dressing room.

He turned her around, his hands sliding down to cup her hips. "You drive me crazy, Vixey," he murmured, his lips finding hers. His hands roamed over the lace, exploring, teasing. "Matt," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "We shouldn't..."