Page 43 of Embracing Trust

He nods and follows on my heels. “This was a side yard the last time I was here.”

I open the door and Ryan follows me into the photography studio. It’s not a huge space, but it holds three areas for photo sessions and includes furniture and props—a couch, a bed, numerous rugs, a baby’s crib.

Ryan waggles his eyebrows. “A bed?”

I laugh. “For boudoir photos…in the very best of taste, of course.”

“Hmmm…” Ryan rubs the back of his neck.

“They’re very tasteful,” I insist. I don’t want him thinking I have some kind of porn sessions in here.

“How does one go about setting up such an event?”

I chuckle and give him a light punch in the bicep. “I’ve never done a guy.” The second the words have left my mouth a burning flush starts at my neck and works its way to the tips of my ears.

Ryan’s mouth drops open and his eyes practically bulge out of their sockets.

I laugh as I fan my face with my hand. “For a boudoir session. I’ve never had a guy who wanted photos taken for a boudoir session.”

“No. That wasn’t what I was thinking over.” Ryan raises one eyebrow with that sexy smirk. “I want to watchyou.”

“Watch me take photos?”

Okay. This is a bit strange.

Ryan rolls his eyes. “No, watchyoube in a boudoir session.” He waggles his eyebrows, and my knees turn weak.

Time stops and I feel like I’m in the spotlight. “I—”

“It would be hot.” His voice is low and husky.

“I—”

Ryan swoops in and covers my mouth, his lips hot on mine. “Ready for a ride?”

My knees weaken and I’m thankful he’s still holding me upright.

If you only knew.

When we get outside, I open the garage and move my bike to the driveway. Ryan reaches into the back of his pickup and pulls his bike over the side, his muscles bulge as he sets the bike down.

My ovaries shout for joy. I’m never going to get tired of looking at the physique of this guy.

He opens the tailgate and pulls down an air compressor.

“Seriously? You don’t use a tire pump?”

“And get all worn out? No way.” He grins. “I may need my energy for later.”

It’s going to be tough to keep my wits about me.

I wheel my bike over to him and I watch as he airs up his bicycle’s tires and then mine. He lifts the air compressor back into his pickup.

“Ready?”

I nod and Ryan lifts our bikes into the back of his pickup with ease.

The trip to Summit Park is less than an hour and is filled with miles of riding trails. It’s a perfect day. Unseasonably warm, but still beautiful, nonetheless. Ryan parks under some trees, gets the bikes out for us, and we take off down the trails with him leading.

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