Page 6 of Bitten By Desire
“Put your hand on your inner thigh. The other one,” he said when I didn’t do it right. “Lower.”
I trailed my fingers lower. I don’t know if it was because he was staring at me through the lens instead ofdirectly at me. Or because I’d had two beers. Or because Jackson was a fucking asshole. But Callum’s words ignited something inside of me.
The camera flashed.
“Arch your back.”
I arched my back as I stared directly at him.
The camera flashed again.
He stared at the screen instead of at me. Like he was analyzing the photo.
And I lay there frozen in place. Did he like what he saw? I wanted him to. I wanted him to keep staring at me like he wanted to devour every inch of me.
He lifted his head from the screen, his eyes locking with mine. “Push your skirt up your thighs.” His voice sounded tight.
It was different with him staring directly at me instead of through the lens. And I suddenly lost my nerve.
He looked back down at the screen, like he knew how distracting his gaze could be. “Now, Emma.”
I was transfixed by him. By his golden eyes. By the possessive way he spoke. I pushed my skirt up my thighs.
He walked over to me and lightly tugged on the strap of my dress, pulling it down, exposing my bra. He ran his cold fingers down my collarbone. He stared down at my skin as he pushed my bra cup down. His thumb ran over my nipple and I shivered.
He tugged my bra lower and snapped a photo of my breast.
I didn’t need a photo of my left tit. “Callum…”
“You’re gorgeous.”
My protest died in my throat.
He reached out, running his thumb along my lower lip. I had the strangest temptation to bite his flesh. But I didn’t get a chance. He pulled down on my lip, slightly parting my mouth. He pressed his thumb into my mouth and I did the first thing I could think of. I sucked it.
His golden stare grew even more intense as he pressed his thumb farther into my mouth. He stared down at my exposed skin.
Usually when I had sex with Jackson, I turned off the lights. I was self-conscious about my body with him. Maybe because I knew he liked fake breasts, fake tans, and fake blondes. But I didn’t feel self-conscious right now.
“Touch yourself,” he said. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and snapped another photo.
“What?” I couldn’t post such explicit pictures. And if I sent them to Jackson…I didn’t trust him not to share them. “I can’t post…”
“Not for your snake of an ex. Do it for me, Emma.”
No one had ever stared at me the way he was staring. The intensity of his gaze would have been unnerving if it wasn’t so fucking hot. I’d do anything he wanted when he stared at me like that.
I slid my hand up my thigh, pushing my thong to the side. I was fucking soaked. And I knew he could tell. He was watching.
He grabbed my knee and spread my legs farther apart. His gaze disappeared through the lens again as he shot photo after photo.
“Two fingers.” His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he watched me.
I stared up at him as I slipped another finger into my wetness.
He groaned as he snapped another picture.
I’d never felt so sexy. So desired.
