“She'd like that kiss. Actually, she'd loved the kiss. She wanted to kiss him again and again. She wanted him to want to kiss her back.
And not just her lips. She would let Enrique kiss her neck, sprinkling even more kisses on her breasts, and maybe even down her body, in between her legs. A shiver passed over her.
Yes, she was a virgin, but it wasn't exactly by choice. She most certainly was not saving herself for marriage, an institute she had no desire to partake in. Her virginity was not a prize for a future husband.
Maybe she wanted to have sex. Hell, a lot of sex.”