Chapter 20 #2
I throw a hand up. “Hey!” I huff out a breath. He’s set to do this. I might as well humor him. I can delete all the images later. “Fine. Stay there. ”
I twist to the side, put an elbow on the bar, and rest my chin in my hand. The rapid fire of clicks fills the air.
He lowers the camera. “Next pose.”
I slip off the stool and go behind the counter. “Get me from the side, almost like an action shot.”
“Do you have to change the speed or something?” He lines himself up at my right.
“Nope. I’ll do short motions to add depth.” I dig out the silver shaker Papa and I almost never use. I hold it to the side opposite Haven. “Get ready.”
Once we’re done with that pose, he lowers the camera and rakes his gaze down my body. “Now take your clothes off.”
Haven
She’s not going to do it. Standing in her dad’s bar, wearing a pale-green shirt and jean shorts, she’s going to tell me I’m being ridiculous.
She’s going to tell me how tired she is and ask to call it a night.
Then she grips the hem of her shirt and drags it over her head.
Her creamy tits jiggle in the same pale-blue bra she wore when we were in the tack room.
Blood rushes to my dick. I’ve been talking it down since I arrived, but this time I don’t. Pressure grows behind my zipper, and I look into the screen of the camera. I snap some pictures.
Her gaze drifts from my hands to my face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she murmurs, and shucks her pants off. She leaves her sandals piled with her pants .
“Underclothes too.”
“Haven!”
“You’re right. I need some pictures like this.” She’s an angelic beauty in the viewfinder. Her comment about the Renaissance painting is spot on. The curves, the demure expression, the pink tint to the apples of her cheeks. Where can I fit a settee in my house? “Grip the counter behind you.”
She licks her lower lip, hesitant, but she does it. The pose pushes her breasts out, and she bends a knee. Instinctive. After I get some shots that only fuel the heat pounding through my veins, I’m not ready to quit. “Turn around. Get that ass in the air.”
She sticks her hips out, and her ass rounds in a way that robs all the moisture from my mouth. So fucking perfect.
I take more pictures as she rolls through poses. When she reaches up to free her hair from its clip, I’m struck with dizziness. There’s no damn blood left for my brain. It’s all in my raging erection.
Only because I need to immortalize the fantasy she’s bringing to life, I get several more shots before lust makes me stop. “Come here.”
She pauses for a second, then picks her way toward me. The vulnerability in her eyes is a stark reminder of the power I have. I slide her bra straps down and reach behind her to unhook her bra. It falls loose, and her tits are free.
I caress down one soft globe before I pull out a stool and pat the surface. Then I take a few steps back. Like before, she has to think for a moment before complying.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says again before planting her sweet ass on the stool.
“Think of me as your personal boudoir photographer. ”
She chuckles, and damn , it does things to her boobs that could drive me to my knees. But she crosses one leg over the other, angles herself to the side, and looks coquettishly over her shoulder. “I’d need more equipment for that.”
“My god, Red.” I press the button like my life depends on it. “You’re determined to make sure I’m never going to sleep again.” Not with these memories to haunt me.
I close the distance between us and set her camera on the bar. Her hair’s off her shoulders, and I spread out the brilliant strands and drape the tresses over her shoulders. They fall down her chest and I tunnel through them to palm her breasts.
Lust beats at my temples. “You’re like my very own mermaid.”
“I don’t have a tail or scales.”
“Trust me.” I drag her underwear down. She lifts her hips so I can get them all the way down to her thighs. I push my knee between hers. “That’s for the best, or I couldn’t do this.”
Sinking to the floor, I’m at eye level with her navel. She tries to suck in her stomach and starts to squirm. To keep her distracted, I tug her underwear all the way off.
She pulls her legs in, but I still her with my hands on her knees. “Don’t hide from me.” I brush up her satiny skin. “Since I first saw your creamy butt cheeks in the ditch, I’ve only wanted to see more.”
“You say the sweetest nothings.” A smile plays over her lips.
“With you, it’s never nothing.”
“Oh my god, that’s going to get you laid.” There’s something in her tone, a playfulness, but also disregard .
“I’m not saying whatever I can just to get laid.” I don’t need help with that.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh, I know. It’s just that you make me comfortable. I’m not usually this…brazen.”
“I get it.” Why did I get so defensive?
Because she means a lot. More than she should, and it’s critical that she feels safe with me. I told her that I’m not looking for something long-term. I don’t do complications, and this girl could tangle the hell out of my heart.
I’m not what she needs. Not like that. Like this, though? I know exactly what to do. “Oh, sweet Red. I think you’ve been like this a lot longer than you know.”
“That makes one of us.”
No one’s made her feel desired like this. No one’s made her willing to open up. They’ve only closed the door and moved on. We know where we stand, and as long as we’re messing around, she can be wide open.
I push her knees apart. “Let me show you.”