Page 113 of An Inevitable Marriage
I’d already turned around when Snow’s fingers curled around my bicep and she pulled me back.
“I don’t feel as uncomfortable as I thought I would.”
It took a few moments for the reality of her words to dawn on me.Not as uncomfortable. This was the same woman who a few weeks ago couldn’t bear for me to see her in the light.
Pride I had no right to rose inside my chest. I took a step forward. “What are you saying?” Another step brought us toe to toe, chest to chest. “Do you want to continue with the shoot?”
“Yes.” She tilted her head back, those brilliant-green eyes knocking the breath from my lungs. “But not with that guy. I don’t want him touching me.”
Good.The word vibrated through my body. I didn’t want his hands anywhere near her either. But I knew Francisco. He had a vision, and he’d do anything to see it through.
He’d want a couple in those photos.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a lightbulb flickered to life.
I snaked my hand around her wrist, then trailed my fingertips up along her arm. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin. I fucking loved it.
“What if,” I started, my voice a little hoarse. I swallowed to alleviate the dryness. “What if I did the shoot?”
I reached her shoulder then dragged my touch over her collarbone and up her throat. Pressing my thumb under her chin, I tilted her head back. My mouth latched on to her skin, nipping and licking my way to the shell of her ear.
“Let me putmyhands on you, Snow.”
Her breath came in short bursts, and I knew if I reached under that sexy-as-sin piece of lingerie, I’d find her wet.
I was half tempted to find out if I was right when her soft “Okay” broke through my thoughts.
Over the next few hours, I’d decided I had serious doubts over my decision. Even though Francisco had cleared the studio of most of the staff—at my request, of course—I still felt immensely uncomfortable.
Uncomfortably turned on.
Shit, I’d been hard since the robe had slipped off her shoulders, but now that I stood behind her with my nose buried in the crook of her neck, I was harder than I’d been in my life.
I didn’t even care about all the eyes on us.
Which was probably why my hand curled around her hip and my fingers dug into her skin. My touch wasn’t gentle, it was hard and possessive. And shit, she felt so good. My feet moved without my permission, shuffling forward so I could press my hips against her ass.
Snow gasped.
Somewhere in the background, Francisco yelled, “Yes, yes, yes, that’s the shot.”
I didn’t know what shot he was talking about, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t. Not when my pretty little Snow was right there. Parting my lips, I flicked my tongue across her skin while I slipped my free hand into her hair.
With her silky tresses wrapped around my fist, I pulled her head to the side so I could properly devour her delicate neck.
More gasps filled the room, only this time it didn’t sound like Snow.
I opened my eyes and was utterly horrified to find everyone gaping at us. Even Francisco wasn’t staring through his lens.
Shit. I hadn’t meant to get carried away, but after I didn’t even know how many hours of posing in intimate ways, I couldn’t take it anymore.
But that was no excuse for embarrassing Snow.
Peeling my hands off her body, I straightened and leveled Francisco with a glare. “I trust you have enough to work with.”
He nodded furiously. “More than enough.”
“Good.” I turned my attention to Snow and whispered, “Why don’t you get dressed so we can get the hell out of here? I need my hands on you with far less clothes, and even less people watching.”
