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“No one can ever know about this,” he says.
“Sorry to break it to you, but this is my class project. My peers are going to see this.”
He groans. “Right, I forgot.”
It’s all I can do to bite back my amusement. He’s sprawled on the sofa, wearing only a white sheet that covers his lower half. His defined torso is on display, and he looks scrumptious.
The theme for my art project is “Beauty in the eye of the Beholder.” I bet most of the students are going to do flowers or landscapes of gorgeous places. For me, this is what beauty is, inside and out. Rowan Adam Cavanaugh-Lockwood.
“You’re the only person on Earth who can get me to do this, you know,” he grumbles.
I believe him. He’d never pose as a model for anyone one else, and that thought fills me with so much smugness. He always makes me feel super special.
“Calm down, I’m almost done.” I dab my paintbrush on the canvas.
“I feel ridiculous.”
“You’re a work of art, Rowan. You belong on a canvas.Mycanvas.” I grin. “Now, stop scowling.”
“At least you’re good for my ego.”
Rolling my eyes, I focus on completing the image before me. Twenty minutes later, I step back with a satisfied smile.
“There. Done. You were the perfect model.”
Rowan sits up. “You owe me big for this.”
“I’m sure I can’t afford you.”
His eyes twinkle with laughter. “I don’t accept payment in cash.”
“Is that so? What other form of payment are you thinking?”
“The kind where you and I get down and dirty on this sofa.”
My gaze drops to his lower half, where the white covering has slipped a little. Talk about temptation. Giving him a sly look, I joke, “I really shouldn’t sleep with the talent.”
He tilts his head back and laughs. I love seeing him like this, so relaxed and playful. It’s been a few days since dinner with his family, and he seems to have recovered from the ordeal.
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” he purrs. “Now, get over here.”
Lips pursed, I take slow steps toward him. “Maybe I should clean up. I’ve got paint everywhere.”
“I don’t care.”
The way he’s looking at me with those smoldering blue eyes, I don’t care either. I slip off my paint-splattered overalls and T-shirt. By the time I reach him, I’m down to my panties.
I can’t get enough of how his hot stare roves over my body. He snags my wrist and tugs me against him before I even come to a stop. I tumble, giggling on my way down until I’m sprawled against him.
He covers my lips with his, muffling my amusement. My little giggles turn into moans the deeper he kisses me. He’s the most intensely sensual kisser. I’m soaking wet just from the way his tongue slides between my lips to explore.
He shifts me around so my thighs are on either side of his. Reaching up, he pulls the rubber band from my ponytail, letting my hair tumble around my shoulders.
He pulls back to study me. Smiling, he wipes a thumb across my cheek, and it comes away with white paint. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
I stick out my lower lip. “Adorable?”
“In a way that I find incredibly sexy.”
