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“Maybe I made love to my hand while holding your picture in the other.” Alana winced at the memory. His dare to expose all during photography class, the snapshot she’d taken in the ladies’ room while everyone else studied light composition.
She’d given him the picture to tease him. She’d liked knowing he had blue balls as far as she was concerned. Hell, she’d encouraged it.
“You really jerked off to my photo?”
His smiling lips rubbed against hers in concert with the leisurely glide of their hips.
“Sweetheart, I could jerk off to your voice.”
“Did you?”
“No.” She tightened around him and his breath faltered. “I didn’t need … a picture. You were in my head, Mac.”
“Oh.” Then as soft fingers found her clit, she murmured again, “Oh.” He touched her gently but her core tightened just the same. He nuzzled her neck, his hand slipping in her wetness as he worked her. God, she was soaked. In the silence, their heavy breathing and the liquid noises as he moved in and out of her body sounded decadent.
On the verge, she gripped his shoulder and met his hot green gaze. She loved the subtle hardening of his flesh inside her, stretching her. It felt so good having him deep within her body. So right.
So … much.
He quickened his movements. Perspiration dotted his forehead and the muscles in his arm bunched as he lifted her thigh to give him more room. Her slick inner walls tensed but she bore down against the impending sensations. She wanted him with her, ached for him to know everything she was experiencing. But there was no stopping her climax. Or her feelings for him, feelings he’d somehow managed to bring back to life in just one night.
A strangled cry left her lips when he pressed on her clit. Drenching heat washed over her and she gave in, losing herself in an orgasm that didn’t seem to end.
“Keep coming,” he urged as his cock unerringly sought her entrance.
Shuddering spasms claimed her body but he kept on until he slammed deeply home. Her rippling pussy engulfed his cock as his shouted climax drowned out hers, the sound strangely triumphant.
Touchdown.
Who needed the captain of the football team? She had a w
orld more right here.
When she could breathe normally again, she opened her eyes. She caught Nicky staring, his breathing uneven, his gaze sharp on her face.
So much for enjoying the afterglow.
“Do you still take pictures?”
Leave it to him to start right in with questions. “Yeah. I’m a photographer, actually. Though I never thought I’d be doing what I’m doing now.”
At his quizzical expression, she filled him in about her job at The Edge. She finished just as the alarm went off beside the bed.
He winced and patted her butt. “The hard- bitten world of journalism calls. Even if I’d much rather stay here in bed with you all day.”
“Would you?” Suddenly she felt shy and unsure. The whole night had been a miracle. She felt as though if she looked at herself in the mirror, she’d see the changes inside herself as clearly as the sun peeking through the bedroom curtains.
There was no going back.
“Of course.” He kissed her sweetly as his cock stirred inside her. “Can’t you tell?”
“Guess I can.”
“Have lunch with me. And bring your portfolio.” As if sensing her hesitation, he kissed her again, with the same internal reaction. “I won’t make it through this day if you won’t.”
“Okay.” C’mon, Alana. Honesty’s another part of losing your bitch cred. She smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Yeah?” He smiled back. “And your pictures? You’ll bring them?”
