I swallowed, my mind feeling a bit dizzy from his touch that the only reply I could think of right now is. “Yes,” I Breathed out, my stomach quivering under his fingertip.

He ran his fingertips along the scalloped line of my panties, which match the color, and along the sides of my bra. He knows without asking that this is probably the most daring lingerie, and despite how modest it is—there are no straps or mesh or cut-outs or any of the usual trimmings that makes women’s underthings into confections of fun—it makes the entire effect more delicious somehow, more sinful.

My brown hair seemed to melt into the...