Page 36 of Colors and Curves

“I’m fine—getting warmer by the minute, just watching you.”

I take a deep breath and try not to react to her loaded comment. I adjust a couple of things then click the shutter several times. I review the camera display. “Okay, perfect. Now drape your left leg in front of the right.” She follows. “Good. Pull your knee up toward your belly just a tad.”

“Like this?”

“Not quite. May I touch your leg?”

“Sure. You know what you want.”

I do indeed.I kneel down and reach out to her. My hand connects with her silky skin, and I have to swallow down a moan. This is going to be the biggest test of my life.

Goosebumps form on her skin. “You’re cold.”

She releases a tiny laugh. “The goosebumps aren’t because of that. A certain sexy photographer just touched my thigh and made me shiver. I must be sensitive.” She props her head on her hand. Her other hand caresses up my thigh. I stand up quickly because my body’s on high alert. Keep this up, and I won’t need a tripod to hold my camera.

“You know what? You’re dangerous. That’s what I’m going to call you from now on.” Dangerous because she’s changing my life. How can one person make everything more exciting and better? “You’re making it very hard to stay professional… Don’t move.”Click.

“You’re not so innocent yourself. I had a fantasy. Curious what it was?”

“One second… Can you lie on your back for me?” She complies. I stand over her so she’s between my legs. “Put your left arm under your head. Okay, now angle your head to the right so I can get your sexy nose ring thing in the picture. Smile slightly but don’t show your teeth. Look forward, not at me.” She follows my direction and nails it. “Are you sure you’ve never modeled before?”

“Only for you. You’re hard to say no to. Can I tell you my fantasy yet?

“No. I need to focus. Let’s finish this first.” She pouts and I can’t prevent the grin forming on my face behind the camera.

Time flies by, and I enjoy every minute of it. I could spend the entire night here, but I remind myself that she came to see me, not the camera. I’m about ready to toss the thing and rip that sheet off her.

I stop and observe her. “Who are you? The Sky I know just told me a little while ago that she’s never modeled before. But you— You let your walls down and really played the role. You’re amazing.”

Looking high on life, she turns on her side and props her head up again, just like she was when we started. Sexy as sin. “You’re the reason,” she confesses. “You make me feel like I’m the most attractive woman in the world. It was just you and me in this room having fun. I’ve never felt so confident in my body.” She crooks her finger, calling me in. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Lose the camera.”

I raise my eyebrows in wonderment, then set the camera swiftly down on the table and turn the spotlight off. I get down on my knees and crawl over to her like I’m stalking my prey. The vision of her in front of me is something I won’t need a picture of. It will be locked in my mind forever as one of the best experiences of my life.

If I don’t kiss her soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

As I inch closer, she puts up her hand for me to stop. “Just to make sure… this shoot has officially ended right? You’re no longer Julius Ariti?”

“Nope. I kicked his ass out the door once the last picture was taken. He knows you’re mine now. He doesn’t get to see this.” The corner of her mouth quirks up.

“See what?” She rolls onto her back and drops her arms to her sides. I move over her, hovering with my hands next to her head and my knees caging her in. I don’t let my body touch hers yet.

Her fiery gaze roams my face and stops on my lips. I lick the top one and her eyes flash. Her mouth opens slightly, and I lower my head so our lips are almost touching.

“Julius,” she mumbles. “Don’t make me be—”

My mouth captures hers before she can finish, and my senses go into overdrive just from the taste of her.

She sucks on my lower lip, then nips it hungrily. “Can I tell you my fantasy now? Actually there are two.”

“Hurry,” I urge as I line needy kisses along her jaw and then down her slender throat.

“The first time I met you, even though you were an arrogant jerk, I pictured you as a fireman coming out of a burning house. You only had pants with suspenders on, muscles tight and slick, with a hose hanging over your shoulder.” She rakes her nails gently up and down my back. Now I’m the one with goosebumps.

“Are you done?”

“Nope.”

I drop my head into the crook of her neck and take a deep breath. She continues.

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