Page 38 of Feels Like Love
She stilled, sucking in a shaky breath. More importantly, did she like that?
Moving on. Pretend it never happened.“Remember. Pick something that makes you feel good. Sexy. Powerful.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” She waved me off and headed down the hall to her bedroom. I finished cleaning up then headed for my bathroom.
Beneath the spray of the shower, I closed my eyes, my cock growing harder the more I thought about her. I slid my hand down my stomach, fisting my length. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d jacked off to thoughts of Wren, but the images seemed more powerful. More real.
It wasn’t long before my stomach was clenching, pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine. And then I thought about how good it felt to hold her, to touch her skin. What it would be like to slide the strap down her arm, revealing her breasts to me, and I lost it.
I hissed through my teeth, hips jerking, panting as I let go.Yes. Yes. Yes,I whispered.
Spent, I leaned my forehead against the tile, regret filling my bones. I’d lost track of the number of times I’d justified my actions to myself, arguing that jacking off to images of her was somehow better than acting on my desires. But since last night, I’d had an ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away. Just like I was coming to realize that no matter how many times I jerked off to thoughts of Wren, I’d never be satisfied. Because all I really wanted was her.
When I returned to the kitchen, Wren was wearing a pair of suede booties with jeans that clung to her curves.Damn, those hips. That ass.I kept going, unable to stop.
On top, she wore a denim shirt that was unbuttoned to about halfway and a floral tank top that dipped low on her chest, showing off some of her ample cleavage. Her hair was half up, twisted back or something. And a pair of dangly flowers sparkled from her ears.
“What?” She glanced down at herself then turned from side to side. “Too frumpy? Does it scream ‘mom’?”
I stepped closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’re perfect.” And I meant it. She was perfect in every single way, and I was so fucked.
She dipped her head, her cheeks coloring. Absofuckinglutely perfect. I wondered if that was what she’d look like when she came.
“You really know how to boost a girl’s ego.”
I lifted a shoulder. “All part of the service. Now, grab your camera.”
She hesitated, leaning her hip against the counter. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I’m not going to touch your baby. I want to use it as a prop.”
“Ohh.” She nodded slowly. “I see where you’re going, and I like it.”
I grinned. “Good. Now get a move on before River gets home.”
“So bossy,” she teased. But when she smiled at me over her shoulder, I knew she loved it.
The screen door shut behind us, and we went out on the deck. The sun was peeking through the clouds, but it was filtered by the large trees that shaded the backyard.
“What backdrop do you like?” I asked, knowing better than to even attempt to tell her where to stand.
She glanced around before saying, “How about over here?” She put her back to the yard, greenery behind her.
“Good.” I moved closer, getting in position. “Now I want you to pretend I’m the client, and you’re taking photographs of me.”
“Mm.” She grinned, popping the lens cap off the camera. “I’m liking this more and more.”
I heard the click of the shutter then frowned. “You’re notactuallysupposed to take pictures of me. This is about you.”
“Exactly. And photographing you relaxes me.” She smirked.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. There was no use arguing over it. She’d do what she wanted to anyway. “But those photos better never see the light of day.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, and I took a picture with my phone.
“Bennett! Delete that one. I wasn’t ready.”
“Oh no.” I grinned. “I like that one. It was perfect. Maybe that should be your new profile picture.”
