“Whatcha doing over there?” I ask.
“It’s a bit dark in here, so I’m adjusting the ISO.”
“Want to test it out on me?”
I’m hardly dressed for a photo shoot in my sweatpants and pale blue shirt, but Dylan’s lips kick up. “Absolutely. It’s impossible to take a bad shot of you, so you’re good for my fragile ego.”
He carries the camera over to me and holds it up to his eye. His fingers cradle the lens and twist it, which is way sexier than I’m sure he realizes.
I fiddle with my hair while he takes a few snaps, draping my long braid over my shoulder as I try for a relaxed smile.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he says, gazing at the photo he just took in the camera screen. My chest warms at his words.
“Can I take one of you?” I ask.
He lets out half a laugh. “I’m not really a front-of-camera kind of guy.”
“I strongly refute that claim.” I make sure he sees my up-and-down look. “You arevery mucha front-of-camera kind of guy.”
“Is that so?” He hands me the camera.
“Jeez, it’s heavier than I thought.” I peer through the lens and take a few shots of him looking mildly embarrassed and excessively attractive.
“Nowthatis a perfect shot.” I hold the camera screen up so he can see himself with his fingers gripping the pockets of his sweatpants, his shoulders filling out his T-shirt.
Although he smiles, he snatches back the camera. “It’s my turn again.” He directs me to lie back on the couch with one arm folded behind my head like I’m posing for a Calvin Klein ad.
“Who gave you permission to be that sexy?” he murmurs as he clicks.
“What about this?” I ask, pulling my shirt right over my head until I’m left only in my bra. I link my fingers behind my neck, arching my back. “Does this look good?”
Dylan hums his approval from behind the camera. He then shoots me a look like I’m being naughty, but I’m completely aware of that.
“Is this better?” I continue, peeling down one strap of my sports bra.
Dylan swallows tightly. “Looks a little uneven.”
“How about now?” I tug down the other strap, and now it’s his breaths that are uneven. Dylan’s usually so cool and in control; seeing him react like this is kind of a rush. While keeping my gaze locked on his, I keep pulling at the fabric until my bare breasts pop out, one by one.
He inhales sharply. “Fuck,Jade.”
“Come here?” I murmur.
Dylan sets the camera on the glass table and reaches me in one stride. His palms find my lower back and he lifts me up, turns us both around, and sits down so that I’m straddling him over the couch.
Like he’s starved for me, he lowers his mouth to my breast and closes his lips tightly around my nipple. I tilt my head back and moan softly as he circles me with his tongue. He shifts his mouth back and forth between both sides of my chest, trying to taste all of me. The incredible sensation makes me claw at his thick strands of hair before I grab a fistful and yank his hungry mouth up to mine.I’m in control now.
He sighs as our tongues wind together in a desperate kiss, like we’ve been holding back for days and have finally found some relief.
“Baby, what are you doing to me?” Dylan breathes against my mouth, and I roll my hips against him, grinding into his rock-solid erection. He groans and thrusts up against me through our clothes, over and over, like he’s having sex with me through the fabric.
“Fuck,I want you so bad,” he says through his teeth, each drive of his hips drawing another moan from my lips. “I want you everywhere…all the time…in every. Fucking. Room. In. This. Fucking. House.” Each word is another thrust, and my body’s burning so hot that I’m sure I’m about to combust.
“Have me,” I say in a gasp. “Have me any way you want.”
Dylan hauls me off his thighs before guiding me onto my back and kicking the blanket away. He brings his lips to my stomach, above where the bra is still looped around me, and drags his tongue up the center of my cleavage before returning his hot mouth to my nipples. With a needy sound, he grabs the sports bra and tugs it up over my head before reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants.
“This okay?” he asks, and I nod vigorously before he hikes the cotton down my legs. Once he’s got them off, he peels my soaked panties right off and brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply with heavy eyes.Oh, wow.
