“Really? Anyone?”
“Yes. I love you. Surely you know that by now?”
“Love?”
“Stop repeating me,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Yes, love. It’s not that difficult a concept to understand, is it?”
“I, uh.” Words failed me again. How does he do this to me, make me lose all thought, all reason when I’m around him? I closed my eyes. You need to let down your guard and let this guy in. You don’t want your stupid defensive habits to ruin this. I reopened them and took a deep breath before I replied with conviction. “No, it’s not difficult to understand at all.”
“So what is it, Lil? Can you trust me?”
Focus, focus, focus. “Yes,” I drew the s out in a snakelike hiss, although it wasn’t my intention. “Yes, Nico,” I clarified. “I trust you.”
“Great.” The lopsided grin grew wider, sending a twinkle right up to his eyes. “That’s a start.”
“No, wait,” I said more boldly. “I don’t just trust you. I’m sorry—I’m not good with words or expressing myself,” I added. “And I’ve been confused since I’ve never connected this way to another person. The truth is I care about you. And think about you all the time, feeling all those mushy things people feel.”
He threw his head back when he laughed. “I feel all those mushy things about you too, my dear. I want to run over there and scoop you up right now, but will restrain myself for a little longer because I really want to finish playing with you.”
I bit my lip in anticipation of what was going to come next.
“Now that we have the trust issue understood, do you want to play?” He held up the camera.
“Yes,” I breathed more than said.
“Okay, let’s try this.” He lifted the camera to his face.
I clammed up and felt my cheeks burn, feeling as awkward as a preteen insecure about her changing body. What was I supposed to do with my arms?
As if reading my uncertainty, he said, “Just be natural. Be your sexy-ass self.”
I smiled. A stiff, awkward smile that might scare away young children, but at least I managed a smile. And it didn’t scare him away.
“There you go, luv. Now look at me like you did at the club. The way you do that gives me a raging hard-on.”
I bit my lip, trying to remember what look he meant.
“Oh yeah.” He snapped a few quick shots. “That wasn’t what I was talking about, but that’s hot.”
My perplexed expression is hot? Jeez, this guy must really be into me.
Something about seeing myself through his eyes made me feel sexier than I had been up until this moment. Maybe there was something about me that he found desirable. That adoration in itself was intoxicating.
“Okay,” he said. “Now look at me.”
“The camera’s separating us. I can’t see your face.”
“You know I’m here. Don’t worry about the camera. I want you to think about the time we were out at Bearskin Neck. When we first kissed. Remember how much I wanted you and you wanted me.”
A smile spread across my face, which I wasn’t aware of until he took a few more shots. “I remember well,” I said.
“Now I want you to remember the drive back to my place. I couldn’t keep my hands off you. And you—you were all over me, driving me insane from wanting you so bad.”
“I’d never forget that. It was so hot.”
“Remember how fearless you were there in the car. You barely knew me, but you knew what you wanted from me. Sexually. What you needed. You weren’t afraid to ask me to be your lover. Remember that?”
My eyes half closed as I recalled that moment that seemed like a lifetime ago since so much had happened. The memories came flooding back. How much I wanted him, needed him. How we almost said to hell with it and did it in the car on the side of the road. How long the drive was back to his place as the anticipation clawed at us, knowing the moment would come, but not just yet.
“Now I want you to run your hands up the sides of your body,” Nico directed. “As if you’re showing me where you want me to touch you later. Yes, down your thighs just like that.” I ran them up higher, imagining Nico’s hands doing the same. “Oh yes, over your hips,” he said. He continued taking photos. “Up over your waist. You know you want me to keep touching you, all the way up and all the way down.” My hands lightly skimmed over my skin. “You don’t know how sexy you are.” He snapped more photos. “Now go up your sides and feel your breasts. Oh yeah, just like that. Now I want you to slowly take your dress off.”
I tried to catch his eye through the lens.
“Slowly,” he repeated.
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do on camera. I turned around so my back was facing him. Then I unzipped the dress slowly. Whereas I felt awkward and on display at first, now I started to get into it. His lust for me was intoxicating and empowering and it gave me a confidence to continue this seduction on my own. Aware that I was teasing him as I pushed the zipper down past the curve of my ass, just enough so my black thong was revealed.
“Oh God, stay like that for a minute.” He snapped a few shots. “Okay, keep going.”
I pulled the first sleeve off and then the other and then pushed the dress down past my hips, pausing for effect. This was starting to feel sexy. Fun. With a flourish, I dropped the dress to the floor and stepped out of it in my spiky black heels. I heard the click of the camera, but then it stopped.
I turned to face him, standing in only my black bra, panties and heels. He had dropped the camera and stared with his mouth open. It reminded me of the deer in the headlights look I had on my face a few minutes before.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.” He shook his head as if snapping himself out of it. “Don’t move. Let me get this shot.” He took a few more pictures. I walked over to him slowly, letting my lips part. Then I slid my bra straps down, turning my back to him again as I unfastened my bra. I circled it in the air a few times before I tossed it in his direction and looked back to flash a naughty smile.
The sound Nico made appeared to come from someplace deep within.
I slid a couple of fingers into my thong, lingering there and then stopping. I reached my right hand back and grabbed one cheek as he said, “Yes, yes!” and then slapped it.
“I love it, you sexy little fox!”
Then I slid my fingers back into the seams and leaned forward as I eased the tiny piece of fabric down my legs.
“Bloody hell,” I heard him whisper.
When I reached the bottom of my legs, I stepped out with one leg, fighting to keep the shoe on. Luckily my attempt went smooth and sexy, not with me sprawled out undignified on my ass. It was easier with the next foot.
I stood there naked except for the spiky heels. Then I turned back and focused on Nico with a dead-on stare, not caring if the camera was there or not.
“Blast. That’s the look.” He took a few quick shots, dropped the camera on a chair and hurried over to grab me, covering me with kisses all over my lips, face, neck. His hands ran over my ass, my breasts, and back again, as if he didn’t know what he wanted to grab more.
I pulled back for a brief moment. “I’ll have to remember that. I can use it more often.”
We tumbled onto my sofa with him on top of me. His thunderous erection pressed against my inner thigh, foreshadowing a night of unrestrained passion.
He paused. “In all the excitement after the set, I never asked you if you liked your song.”
My heart raced. I hoped I wouldn’t lose words again because with all the silent gaping I was doing tonight, I was starting to feel like an idiot.
“I—uh—I don’t even know if I can find the right words to express how I feel about it.”
“You didn’t like it?” He wrinkled his brows. “Too much.”
“No!” I touched his arm, trying to explain myself better. “It means so much to me. More than I could every express. Do you re
ally feel so much for me?”
“Of course I do. There’s no one like you. There never has been and there never will be.”
“I loved it, Nico.” Then I bit my lip, steeling myself to say something I’d never said to another man before. “I love you.”
The smile that spread across his face and lit up his eyes made those three tiny words all worth it. Any time I could be the cause for his happiness, I’d take it.
“I love you too, Lily.” He kissed me again with such passion I thought my lips would be left bruised. And it would be worth it. “Now where were we?” he asked.
I looked into those soulful eyes, eyes that communicated each mood to me without him ever having to utter any words. Eyes I wanted to gaze into for the rest of my life. Then I kissed him again softly. “Right here.”
About Lisa Carlisle
Lisa has loved vampire stories since she was in third grade, when she had a crush on Dracula. She has traveled around the world while in the Marine Corps or backpacking on her own and she draws from her experiences in her writing. Lisa is a multi-published, award-winning author. She now lives in the Boston area with her husband and two children and enjoys writing in local cafes.
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