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I tried to pretend I was a stripper, taking my time twirling around him, blowing him several kisses. He laughed a few times, which encouraged me to continue. I kicked off my shoes then slid one strap of the dress off my shoulder then the other.
“That’s it. Perfect,” he murmured.
After a few more seconds, I was lost in the moment, enjoying the odd freedom more than I’d thought I would. I turned around the other way, shimmying until the dress began to slide down to my waist. When I threw my head over my shoulder, I realized he’d returned to his painting, constantly tossing glances in my direction.
I tugged on the silky material, easing it over my hips. As gravity took it to the floor, I bent over, grasping it between two fingers. There was such delight in his expression, taking away every aspect of his dangerous persona. I crossed my arms over my breasts before turning around, taking a few seconds to study the painting.
His skill level was extraordinary, the speed at which he was adding lines and colors unlike anything I’d seen. I couldn’t help but move closer, my heart skipping several beats.
He took a deep breath then turned his head toward me, his expression growing more carnal. “Finish the dance, Eden. Panties off.”
A tiny thrill coursed through me from the ragged sound of his voice. He was commanding in all things, determined to have his way. I swayed my hips back and forth as I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic, shifting to face the other direction as heat crested along my jaw. There was no reason to be embarrassed around him, but with him remaining fully dressed, the setting was even more provocative.
I slipped the thong down my hips and thighs, realizing just how wet they’d remained after he’d licked me. The scent of my release as well as the building desire assaulted my senses, creating another flutter in my heart. When I was fully naked, I didn’t have a chance to turn around before I felt the heat of his body rushing into mine.
He said nothing as he brushed a single finger down my neck to my shoulder, trailing it all the way down my arm.
“Do you trust me, Eden?”
The question seemed loaded. I cocked my head to the side, surprised the answer came so easily. “Yes.”
“Good.” He bent his head, nipping my shoulder as he continued to caress my skin. “You will need to.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a traditional artist.” He laughed as he backed away, but not before smacking me once on the bottom.
When I turned around, his back was to me. When he shifted back in my direction, I was shocked by what he had in his hand. A gallon of paint.
“I suggest you move,” he said as he gave me a wry smile.
I did so just in time before he splashed the entire can on the drop cloths.
“What are you doing?”
“Body paint, my beautiful girl. Lie down for me.”
“You’re crazy.” I glared at the turquoise paint and took a step away, noticing my feet were already covered.
“Oh, yes, I am. Humor me. I promise I’ll permit you to take a shower afterwards.” His grin could only be described as mischievous, another layer to the man.
“Hmmm…” I glared at the bubbling paint, biting my lower lip then crouching down.
“Lie on your back with your hair splayed out for me.”
“You’re pushy.”
“Very much so.”
As I eased onto my back as requested, I couldn’t seem to stop laughing. The substance was cold, my nipples immediately hardening. When I was in position, he straddled my legs, careful to avoid getting his feet wet.
Then he backed away, returning within seconds with another palette of paint, all fluorescent in color.
“I was beginning to think you were colorblind,” I half whispered as he knelt beside me.
“Only for certain things,mi diosa.”
“Did you live in Spain?” I asked after he selected a paint color, shuddering as he drew the soft bristle down the length of my stomach. I was guessing given his perfect Spanish accent. There was a subtle yet powerful difference that had allowed me to come to the conclusion.
