My breath caught in my throat. He shouldn’t say things like that, things that made my heart pound and my chest feel as if it were splitting open. I didn’t get a chance to respond before Theo was shouting again, telling us to hurry it up. Loud rock music started playing in the background.
Mason got on the bed, and then I was on top of him, my knees bracketing his hips. Immediately, the slip rode up my thighs.
Mason glanced at the dark fabric of my panties and released a heavy breath.
“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.
“Hands on her waist! Sit up straighter, Mason!”
We adjusted our position, our movements resulting in all kinds of delicious friction between his jeans and the thin fabric between my legs. I bit on my lip. This shouldn’t be turning me on in the slightest. There were cameras pointing at us, blinding lights from all directions, strangers moving in and out to fix our makeup and adjust my hair. And yet all I could focus on was the electric feeling of Mason’s big hands splayed over my waist.
“I’m fine,” he answered, sounding anything but that. He looked pained, the tendons of his neck flexed and tense.
I shifted a bit, and he tightened his grip. “For the love of God, stop moving, Molly.”
“Move up higher, Molly,” Theo commanded. “Put your hands on his shoulders.”
“I have to move,” I said out of the corner of my mouth. Theo was already shooting, circling us like a vulture.
I nudged closer, and Mason exhaled through his teeth. “Fuck.”
Oh.
I felt him pressing against me, hard as a rock. Self-consciously, I glanced at Kaz over my shoulder.
“Hold it! That’s good. Keep looking at Kaz.”
Kaz sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, and his expression as dark as night. Fake blood dipped off his fingers onto the bloody letters on the ground. But he wasn’t looking at the letters. He was staring directly at me as I straddled his best friend.
A thrill ran up my spine.
God, there was something seriously wrong with me.
“Okay, now let’s see some more movement. I want to capture you in motion.”
I could tell Mason was biting on the inside of his mouth by the way his cheeks were caving in. “Relax,” I whispered. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I might,” he said as he dragged his hands down to my hips. “This is difficult.”
“Yes, one might even say…hard.”
He shot me a deadly look that flickered with amusement. “This is not how I imagined my first photoshoot.”
“You mean you didn’t fantasize about having me in your lap in front of twenty strangers?” I raked my hand through his hair, tugging a bit at his nape.
His throat vibrated with a barely perceptible growl. “Let’s just say having you in my lap was reserved for an entirely different type of fantasy.”
My pulse raced beneath my skin and throbbed between my legs. He moved his palms back up to my waist, brushing his fingertips against the curve of my ass in the process, and all I wanted was for the cameras around us to disappear.
I craned my neck, looking back at Kaz, and my body grew hot at the desire painted across his expression.
“Kaz! Reach over and curl Molly’s hair around your fist. I want tension! I want intrigue!”
Kaz didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for me, pulling me to him, making me bear my neck to Mason. My heart kept colliding with my chest, over and over, as if it wanted to break free.
It’s not your heart. It’s me.
The wild thing. She wanted to be let out. The cage was failing, breaking apart at the seams, and I had no idea how to mend it. Kaz’s hand curled over my shoulder, light but firm.
