Page 70 of Shattered Vows

I push back, leaving my own napkin on the table, and join him. “I don’t know…”

“Well, I do.” He stands behind me and wraps me in his arms.

“Would you ever pose for me?” I voice the question I’ve been wondering about lately—as soon as I began fiddling with the change in direction of my paintings.

“I’d be honored.”

That makes my chest warm, and I get an idea, but I’m not sure if Kol will be up for it. Rather than worrying too much about it, I decide to trust my instincts and step out of Kol’s hold, turning to face him.

I find the zipper on my dress, and his eyes follow my fingers as I slide it down tooth by tooth until it stops. Sliding the straps down one arm then the other, I let the dress fall to my ankles, leaving me in only my heels.

He focuses on my bare breasts, adjusting himself in his suit pants. “What are you doing? We haven’t even had dessert yet.”

“I was thinking… I’d love for you to be my subject, but maybe tonight you could be my canvas.” I break the distance, and my pebbled nipples brush against the expensive fabric of his suit. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

Kol makes record time of taking off his clothes while I prepare what I’ll need. Once we’re both naked and standing in front of each other, I pick up the palette with all the paint and turn to face him. The candlelight highlights every dip and crest of the muscles in his strong body. If I paint him one day, I want it to be in this lighting.

He watches intently as I dip a finger in the paint, choosing a pale blue, and step forward, trailing my finger over his round shoulder. Next, I choose a green and wipe it across his lower abs. His breath fans over my face while I continue to work until he’s covered with all the colors of the rainbow, resembling a kaleidoscope.

“My turn.” His voice sounds pained, but in the best way.

I pass him the palette, and of course he chooses purple first, swirling a circle over my left nipple. The stimulation causes a buzzing between my thighs. Kol chooses yellow next, running it from my ear to the base of my throat.

God, is this how he felt while I was doing it to him? I’m so on edge. I want him to just toss the palette aside and devour me. But I’m enjoying the intimacy that’s growing between us.

Once my legs and arms and torso are covered in paint, Kol steps back to admire his work. “You’re a treasure.”

My cheeks heat at his praise.

The song playing through the speaker finishes and a new one starts.

Kol walks past me and sets the palette on the small table, then reaches for me. “Dance with me.”

My stomach flutters with nerves, and my cheeks heat. “I’ve never danced before. I don’t know how.”

He offers me a soft smile, one I’ve never seen on him before. “Another first then.”

I take his hand and step into him. “I’ll probably be terrible.”

His fingers brush my cheek, and the gooey feeling of paint presses into my skin. “I don’t care. This is another first of yours that I want. I’m greedy for them all. I’m always so greedy when it comes to you.”

I relax into his hold, my nipples brushing his chest.

“Stand on my feet, and I’ll lead you around.”

I rear back and look at him. “I can’t do that.”

He rolls his eyes. “You probably weigh a hundred pounds less than me. Yes, you can.”

I do as he says, and he wraps his arms around me, resting them on my lower back. I wind mine around his neck, pressing my cheek to his chest, and more paint smears on my face. But I don’t care because I feel so safe and loved.

He moves us, and he’s right, I likely could have handled this, but I like how close our bodies are. The man sings about being undeserving and not understanding why the woman he’s with loves him just the way he is. We dance around the room, and I hope the song is a coincidence, and Kol didn’t pick it on purpose. He’s so wonderful, and I want him to see himself the way I do.

We rotate in the candlelight, and the emotion in my chest builds and builds until I can’t contain it any longer. I look at him and pull him down for a kiss. It’s slow and languid, unrushed as if we have all the time in the world.

Kol’s hands slide down to my ass, and his erection grows harder between us. Soon his hands are around my waist, and he’s pushing me away from him. “We haven’t even had dessert.”

I hum. “This is even better than whatever’s on that table under the silver lid.”

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