Page 54 of Tiago

I know she’s right where I want her when she sighs with contentment.That’s when I step back to pull up my rolling high-top desk, stool, and sketchpad.

In seconds, I’m lost in my world, turning my woman into art.

As I finish the first drawing, Reagan falls asleep.She’s not aware that she slumps down farther on the lounge, curls onto her side, and rests her head on her palms.

For a moment, I simply stare at her.She’s a gift from heaven, and she’s all mine.I couldn’t have arranged her any better if I’d tried.With her arms tucked like they are, her breasts are both visible, the rosy nipples puckered and natural.

I start frantically sketching because I can’t stop myself.I’m on my third page when I decide to embellish what’s in front of me.I visualize what my girl will look like in this exact position nine months from now, and I create the most magnificent piece of art I’ve ever created.

Chapter21

Reagan

I blink awake, confused for a moment before I see Tiago.He has no idea I’m awake yet, and I stay still because I’m staring at him.I’ve never seen him looking like he does right now.

He’s so…happy.His hair was up in a bun when he started, but most of it has escaped to fall haphazardly around his face.I love his hair.The curls are soft and sexy as fuck.

He’s smiling broadly, mesmerized by whatever he’s looking at.He’s no longer sketching.He doesn’t even have a pencil in his hand.He’s stroking the paper in front of him with intense reverence.

No, he’s not quite touching it, probably because he knows his blackened fingers would ruin it if he did.

The moment lasts for a very long time.I don’t want to break the spell.I want to capture the look on his face and never forget it.It’s an expression he often has when he’s watching me.I know I will see it for the rest of my life whenever I catch his eyes on me, but it’s different right now.It’s so pure because he has no idea I’ve caught him.

I realize heislooking at me.He’s looking at whatever he has sketched, and it pleases him.It’sme.

Eventually, my curiosity causes me to break the silence.“May I see it?”I ask softly.

He jerks his gaze toward me and smiles even more.“You’re awake.”

I must have been asleep a while because my neck is stiff, and my arm is asleep under my cheek.I wince as I push to sitting, shaking my arm to stop the tingling.

He cleans his fingers and then comes to me with the sketchpad.After laying it on the lounge face-down, he swings one leg around me so that he’s straddling me from behind.He’s fully clothed.I’m naked.My inhibitions are lowering by the day.I love the way he wraps one arm around me beneath my breasts and kisses my neck.

“I’m so in love with you, Reagan,” he murmurs.

I twist my head to meet his gaze.“I love you, too.”I do.I know it deep in my soul.I keep fighting the truth because I’m scared out of my mind, but I love him.

He reaches for the pad and kisses my neck again.“Don’t panic.”

I frown.Why would I panic?

He flips the pad over, and I gasp.I’m staring at an exact likeness of me in pencil.It’s the pose he put me in before I fell asleep and apparently slid farther down the lounge.It’s even better than the one of me standing in timeout in the corner.

“That’s amazing,” I murmur reverently.“You’re so talented.”I understand now why he would want to stroke the page.I want to do the same thing.

He slowly turns to the next page, and I realize there are more.The next one is me asleep.I gasp.“Did I assume that pose on my own?”

“You did.I didn’t move from my seat.When you fell asleep, you eased down onto the lounge.”He points to my breasts.“Look how fucking sexy you are, baby.Your nipples were hard and alluring even in sleep.It was all I could do to keep from abandoning my sketch to come suckle them.”

They really do look that good.“Do I look like that, or did you embellish me?”

“Oh, baby, you look even better than this.You’re perfection.”

“Are there more?”I’m intrigued.These pictures are so good I almost want to go back on my insistence that no one ever sees them.It would be a shame for these to remain hidden in this studio for decades.I kind of want to run downstairs and show everyone how talented my man is.

I know he has work displayed in studios all over the country.For a moment, I wonder what I would feel like if the entire world saw these amazing pictures of me.

I’m breathing heavily as he holds the edge of the paper.He kisses my neck again.“The next one is of the future.I was picturing you nine months from now.”

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