Page 25 of The Photo
Do not fuck this up. Get your sexy on and strip like a banana. No, wait. It’s, ‘make like a banana and split.’ Shit, pull yourself together, woman. I blame Noah’s lips for my sudden delirium. I blame that kiss. I blame the fact he’s waiting expectantly for me to shimmy out of my dress so we can have sex.
I gather my hair and sweep it over one shoulder, then rotate on the spot so my back now faces him. “Can you help with the zipper, please?”
Featherlight kisses rain down on my nape. The zip lowers gradually, traveling lower until it halts above my panties. With a pluck and a twang, he unclips my bra, and my skin comes alive with hundreds of goosebumps.
In one steady, slow movement, Noah steps back, positions his forefinger at my hairline and skates the fleshy pad between my shoulder blades and all the way down the curve of my back until it reaches the end of the zipper. Tingles take off like they’ve finally been freed.
“Turn around and take off the dress,” he demands, now a few steps away.
I look back at him to where he waits. His eyes are focused, stance predatory and arms folded across his broad chest. How will any other man live up to this? In my heart, I accept the fact that this guy will ruin me.
Thin heels clip clop as I turn to face him. When the dress falls away, so does my bra. They puddle at my shoes, leaving me exposed except for panties.
His greedy gaze wanders from my ankles to my thighs, to my hips, to my belly and all the way up until his eyes lock with mine. “A perfect one hundred.” His lips quirk. “And that’s graded out of ten.”
He’s still wearing his jacket and jeans, standing there like he’s on a photo shoot. A thumb sweeps his lips and then falls to his jeans. He continues to stare at me. I stop myself from shielding my breasts by widening my legs a little to balance myself instead. As each button on his fly pops open, his eyes fixate on my face, whereas my gaze loiters on his working hand.
“Rowan.” Noah shoves the denim past his hips and muscular thighs. “I’d love you to read aloud the dirty messages from those random women.” He shakes his feet free. “Pretend they’re your words.”
Damn. If I wasn’t wet before that comment, I’m positively wet and wild now. The swell of arousal intensifies. “Should I put on different accents?”
He hums in agreement, then shrugs out of his jacket and drops it to the floor. “On second thought, scrap that. It’syourvoice that turns me on. Andyouraccent. Andyourmouth.” His tee joins his jacket in a heap.
Now we’re both practically naked. I’ve seen his body a million times but not like this, not with the planes of his carved abdomen in 3D, or with the sensual smell of him added for my pleasure. He’s even more handsome and much more intimidating.
The short distance between us is maddening. I kick off my shoes, rise to the balls of my feet and prance towards him.
“We’ll start by removing these.” I reach for the thick elastic waistband on his khaki boxer briefs. A thin layer of cotton holds his hard-on in place, barely. The outline of his erection suggests it’s a whopper.
He’s not only easy to look at, but his dick appears sizable too, if not terrifying. They slide down easily, and low and behold, I unleash the beast. It bounces against his naval. Hard, thick, throbbing, silky and… and there’s no way that thing will fit inside me. I crouch to have a better look, pretending I’m on a mission to dispose of his fabric shackles.
“Like what you see, Rowan?” He chuckles.
He’s aware of my dick inspection. Heat blushes my cheeks. “I’ve decided to upgrade your foot ranking.” I ramble, pretending I wasn’t eyeballing his penis. “I’m awarding you a ten out of ten.” My nails dance over his foot. “You might suspect it’s a biased decision; however, I’ve reviewed them in the flesh and think it’s fair.”
My eyelashes hit my lids as I peer up at him. This would be the perfect camera angle for a breathtaking picture. Through my viewfinder I’d be able to capture a wisp of dark public hair and a curved column of solid flesh. It’s so glorious. A canvas of sculpted gradients and muscular structure, golden and smooth. And then there’s that impish grin, equally appointed, heavenly and wicked.
“As for this.” I run my fingernails along his length. It twitches alive with a twisting vein that throbs like a heartbeat. He hisses sharply. “I’ll let you know my thoughts later. It looks decent, but I will have to determine if it works properly before I can give an accurate ranking.”
Hands guide me upwards, carefully circling my ribs. “Oh, it works, Rowan. I can’t wait to show you just how well.” With an effortless flex, he lifts me into the air. My legs swing around, hugging his jutted hip bones, and my arms swathe his shoulders. I lock my ankles together, anchoring me to him.
He’s walking now. I’m floating on the best damn cloud in the world. After months of imagining the interior of Noah Adam’s bachelor pad, I’m right here. I should take in every detail as he carries me, instead I’m more drawn to his flawless features and our skin to skin contact.
“There are plenty of things I’d like to do with you, Noah.” I suckle his earlobe, giving it a gentle nip. The flirty contact has my insides electrified. “Never mind what those girls want to do.”
This celebrity model brings out a minxy, daring side to my otherwise demure self. I’ve never nibbled an ear before as a come on or even told a guy what I’d like to do to him.
He grins with amusement. “Okay then, Rowan Hudson from Ireland.” A palm moves to my buttock and splays wide, squeezing gently. “Go ahead. Proposition me. Tell me what you want to do.”
We lower down together. I’m straddling his thighs while he’s seated on a tan couch in his sitting room. Only my damp panties come between me and the exquisite giant cock.
My mind scrambles, flustered and panicked. It’s all fun and games until you’re put on the spot and asked to talk dirty. My brain freezes, and all I can think of is,belly button fluff! And, Fuck me!Where’s the sense or adventurous role play in that?
I drop my face to hide in his shoulder, inhaling cologne and resting my cheek on warm skin. My nipples press into his chest, hardening as I gently rub myself across his solid shaft. What I can’t say with words, I show with my body.
“Rowan, in this moment, I’ll give you anything, and let you do whatever the fuck you want.” His cock stirs like a stone column shifting in a quake. “You’ve no reason to be shy around me. All I want is you.”
Hands weave through the strands of hair tickling my shoulders as he bunches it in his fist. He tugs lightly. I follow the movement until my face is opposite his. I bite my lower lip, loving his control.
