Secrets: The Complete Collection

by H. M. Ward

  Slowly, I turn toward him. My eyes meet his. I knew this would happen, but it seemed much more sensible in my head. Breathing too hard, I reach for the bow at my waist and pull. The knot releases and the belt falls to the floor, revealing bare skin from my neck down. My fingers slip under the shoulders of the robe and it slides off and lands on the floor next to the belt.

  I’m completely bare and standing in front of him. I resist the urge to cover my body with my hands and ask, “Where do I go?”

  A blank expression fills his eyes as I slip out of the robe. When I drop the robe to the floor instead of into his hand, Cole swallows hard. Instead of answering, he points to a white backdrop on the other side of the room. I turn and walk to the place he directs me to, feeling uncertain.

  Cole softens, his tone is sweet and uncertain. He asks me to stand here, to pose there. I lay my wrists on top of my head, putting my weight on one foot. The pose forces the curve of my hips, the soft slope of my back, and thrusts my breasts forward. My nipples perked up as soon as I dropped the robe. I try not to be horrified.

  Cole circles me, his eyes sliding over every inch of my body, examining me. Butterflies flitter through my stomach. He stops behind me and rubs his hands through his hair. He’s already put me in several poses and taken test shots, but he seems dissatisfied. He shakes his head, “This isn’t going to work. The crystals aren’t going to stay put. There’s no way to drape them over you, Lamore. You’re too curvy for that. Every pose I’ve put you in shows those curves off perfectly, but that means the crystals will roll right off of you.” He pauses, stroking his chin. I feel his gaze on the side of my face, but I don’t turn toward him.

  My heart sinks into my stomach as he speaks, “So you can’t do it?”

  Shaking his head, he runs his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t say that.” He stops in front of me, and looks into my eyes. My heartbeat accelerates. “I can do it; it’s just more complicated than you originally thought.”

  I gaze into his eyes, and when I feel every inch of my skin burning, yearning for his touch, I look away. “Just do it, Cole. I know this is your way of telling me that my idea was good, but flawed. Just make it right and do what you want.” My voice sounds curt, but I didn’t mean to be. I’m beyond nervous and I don’t know what he wants to do.

  Cole nods and leaves the room for a moment. The tension drains from me as soon as he walks away. I sit down on a chair and cross my legs, scolding myself, Focus, Anna. When Cole returns, he has an arm full of plastic bottles and a few paint brushes.

  Confused, I ask, “What are those for?”

  He takes one bottle and pours clear contents into another container, “To make the crystals stick.”

  I watch him as he mixes three clear liquids and then shakes the bottle hard. The muscles in his arms bulge slightly as he does it. My eyes are on his arms and my brain isn’t working. He stops, pours the contents into a cup, grabs a brush and says, “Up.” He passes me and walks to the other side of the room. He points to a stool and says, “Sit.”

  I have no idea what he’s doing. It isn’t until the brush is dipped in the clear liquid and the brush is coming at me that I pull back and ask, “What are you doing?”

  He glances up at me. Cole is in work mode. His eyes have glossed over, but he snaps out of it when he hears my voice, “Applying the crystals. I’ll paint on the adhesive and place them by hand. Then we can pour on more so that they still look loose and flowing.” He’s staring at me, absorbing my confused expression. He laughs, and rubs his face with the heel of his hand. “I forgot the box of crystals on the table. No wonder you were confused.” As he hurries off to grab the box, I sit there with my jaw hanging open.

  When Cole returns, he dips the brush again, and dots the cold viscous contents three times on my throat. Then he turns to the box and selects three different sized crystals, all white, and applies them. They stick. A smile spreads across his lips and his brush dips into the mixture again, moving lower this time.

  I sit on the stool with my hands on the seat, fingers crushing the wood. Every time his brush touches me, I try not to flinch. It’s so cold. And then he presses the crystals to my skin. His warm fingers brush against me as he does it. I can’t breathe. My arms start to shake as his brush caresses the top of my breast. Cole stops what he’s doing and looks up at my face. His attention had been concentrated on the curve of my breast and which stones to put where, but when I start shaking, he blinks twice and looks up at me.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks. His voice is too soft. I don’t notice because I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. His little touches are driving me insane. His fingers have already seared a path across my chest and the closer he gets to my nipple, the more I can’t stand it. That sexy blue gaze meets mine.

  I want to say that I can’t do this. I want to throw myself at him, but I don’t. My nails dig into the wood, “Nothing,” I say. “I just… well, this is kind of a bit much.” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t stop myself. For some reason it doesn’t matter how many nude paintings I’ve seen, it’s entirely different when I’m the naked girl being painted. Literally. With glue. And then getting bedazzled by Cole’s perfect fingers. My brain snaps as I’m speaking. I can feel it happening, but can’t stop the rush of words. “And the glue, and the crystals—Cole—it’s just…”

  He stills me with a firm hand on my shoulder. I look into his eyes, at those dark lashes, “It’s a little more personal than you thought it’d be?” I nod once, and he averts his gaze. Cole’s hand releases my shoulder and I shiver. “Yeah, it’s that way for me, too.” He clears his throat and looks back up at me. “Do you want to stop?”

  Sadness pours through me and I shake my head. “I wanted to do this. I wanted…” my voice is strained.

  Cole pushes the hair out of his eyes, and says, “I know. And this is a great idea. I know exactly what I want to do… “ he breathes hard, “but it’s strange because it’s you. I know you.” He looks at me for a moment and realizes how silly he sounds. A smile lines his lips and he sits down on the table. “So, we both want this, but it’s—”

  “Awkward. Awkward as hell,” I slouch on my stool. While we were talking, my arms have tried to fold over my breasts three times. Each time I had to stop myself or I’d shift the crystals. The glue hasn’t dried yet.

  “Yeah, it is.” He glances up at me. Cole seems more relaxed than me. My gaze locks with his, my lips part. I know I’m gazing too long, staring at him, willing him to walk over to me and do unspeakable things to his intern, but I know he won’t.

  Cole lets the gaze linger. His voice pins me in place, “We need something to break the tension, to help you relax.”

  “Yeah,” I reply, nodding, not taking my eyes off his. As he steps closer, my stomach flutters and my skin tingles. Cole stops before me. His hands are in his pockets. His shoulders are slumped forward slightly, like he’s uncertain about something. And his gaze doesn’t leave my face. The look in his eye makes my pulse pound harder.

  Cole is standing so close that I can feel his breath on my skin. He leans closer to my face, and doesn’t stop until we’re nose to nose. I fight for control of my breath, trying to still my racing heart. He breaks the gaze, and looks down at my breasts covered in crystals, then lifts his eyes to my lips. When he speaks, I melt, “This shouldn’t be like this… but it is. I want to have an excuse to touch you, anything… and now that I have one, I can’t do it.”

  “Do what?” I’m gazing at his face, unable to look away. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? My heart pounds harder, threatening to crack my ribs. I can’t look away. I can’t move. My lips tingle, as if they know what Cole was saying before the rest of me realizes it.

  He leans closer and I feel his hot breath slide across my lips. I watch as he lowers his lashes, and moves toward my mouth. When his lips brush against mine, he barely kisses me. I stop breathing. My head rushes with sensations that make me feel giddy and light. My lips tingle, wanting more.
Cole hesitates as I sit in front of him, naked, save some glue and glitter. I feel his fingers on my cheek, slowly sliding across my face, pushing back my hair. I feel him fighting it, trying to deny the attraction that’s pulling us together harder and harder. His hand slips down my cheek until his thumb brushes my bottom lip. He rocks it slowly, feeling the softness of my mouth against his finger, tracing my lower lip. His mouth is right there, close enough to kiss me, but he doesn’t. His other hand doesn’t touch me. He keeps a space between his body and mine. I tremble as he touches me, as he watches my reaction to him.

  “This,” he says, answering my question. His voice is filled with deep rich currents that pierce me through to my core. When he slides his thumb away, he moves slowly, like before. His lower lip touches mine, gently testing to see what I’ll do. My hands lift on their own, finding the thick hair at the nape of his neck. I pull him down, so his lips press firmly against my mouth.

  Every inch of Cole’s body is corded tight, like mine, and when I touch him, he melts. His lips press into mine, softly. His teases me, kissing me softly before his tongue slips between my lips. His hands cup my face, his fingers sliding across my cheeks and into my dark hair. One hand slips down my neck, inching painfully slow toward my breast. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire. I press my chest against him, thrusting my breast into his hand. The crystals are dry. I feel them under his hands as he slides his fingers over my taut nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers. I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me harder. My entire body has melted in his arms. I’m leaning into him, and sliding off the chair when a voice blasts us apart.

  “Hey boss. Just checking…” Regina looks up, mortified. Her words die in her mouth as she averts her eyes, “Just seeing if you need anything.” She stands there, not knowing what to do or where to look.

  Cole pushes away from me, his hands slip off my body. He turns to her saying, “No. We’re fine.” Regina nods, and scurries for the door without a backward glance.

  My heart is pounding in my chest, every inch of me is flushed bright red. Cole looks over his shoulder at me with an expression that I can’t read. I’m wondering if he’s going to deny the attraction again, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he walks back toward the cup and the paint brush. I slide back onto the stool and he paints me in tiny strokes, placing crystals over me as he goes.

  Neither of us says a word. We act like nothing happened, even though I wish more had. His brush moves over my nipples, and Cole’s fingers press against my tender skin, pressing the stones in place one at a time. His hands pass over my body and I enjoy every second of it, but a suspicion starts to take hold in the back of my mind. What if he kissed me to get rid of the tension? What if it didn’t mean anything? I sit, waiting for him to say something, but Cole is silent. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

  When he finishes placing stones on my side, he says, “Stand.”

  Without a word, I do as he says. Cole runs his thumb over the smooth skin that disappears between my legs and I gasp. “The crystals should trail across your hips and across here, correct?” His finger draws the curved line he intends to cover with crystals. It feels like he drew on my skin with fire.

  I try to hide my emotions, and do the same thing he’s doing, but I utterly suck at it. My voice quivers when I speak, “Yes.” That one short word betrays me. Cole is on his knees in front of me. He reaches for the crystals and the cup of adhesive and puts them on the floor.

  “Spread your legs, Lamore,” there’s no teasing nature in his tone. He sounds hard again, cold. He waits, but I don’t move. He looks up at me and starts to explain. “Part your—”

  I cut him off, “What’s with you? Did you kiss me because you wanted to? Or was there some other demented logic behind it?” I sound angry. I don’t like the way he is talking to me. His tone implies that I am nothing to him.

  He doesn’t look at me, “Demented logic, Lamore. What other reason would there be? Now, let’s just get through this. Please separate your ankles so I can finish?” he looks up at me, exhausted. I don’t say anything else. I spread my legs slightly and he strokes my sensitive skin with his brush. When his fingers press against my smooth flesh, I remain rigid, like he is doing nothing to me. As though the thought of his lips, his breath, that close to the spot between my legs isn’t intoxicating.

  When he’s done, there are a million sparkling crystals glued to my body. He stops us in front of a full length mirror so that I can see. But, I don’t bother looking up and begin to walk to the set he wants to use.

  Before I can walk away Cole snatches my wrist, and pulls me back, “Look at yourself.”

  “I know what I look like, Cole. Let me go.” I pull out of his grip. I don’t want to see what I look like. It will sear the memories made today deeper into my mind. With Cole acting hot and cold, I don’t want to risk it.

  He doesn’t reach for me again. Instead, he sets me up in a pose on the white set. I lay naked on the floor. Cole moves around me searching for angles, and I stare past him, my gaze getting lost somewhere on the ceiling.

  “You’re frowning,” Cole removes the camera from his face, and looks down at me. I try to stop, but I’m too irritated with him. Cole watches me for a moment, and then tethers his camera directly over me on a boom that swings out from the wall. He pulls a square black remote from his pocket and turns it on. Cole tests it, and I hear the shutter snap shut.

  As he sets things up for the pose he wants, he says, “Why do you always offer an escape clause?” The sneer slides off my face and I look at him. His broad shoulders are reaching above his head as he moves the lights back away from the set.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Cole doesn’t look at me when he replies. He continues moving around the set, putting things in place. “You ask these jarring, emotionally loaded questions that demand an honest answer, but you tack on these clauses that allow the person you’re asking to back out and not answer.”

  “Again, what are you talking about? I’m tired of your games and you’re PMS is giving me whiplash.”

  Cole stops and looks down at me. His eyes are glinting, brilliant blue. “It’s amazing that you’re that blind—that you can’t see what you do to me. I swear, Anna…” his hands clench and he forces them open. His eyes shut tight and when he reopens them, he looks down at me shaking his head, “Deranged logic? Really? That’s easier to believe than the truth?”

  “Oh, please,” I say, feeling too exposed. “Like you’d tell me the truth anyway.” I avert my gaze, too upset to look at him, but Cole stands over me. He falls to his knees with the remote in his hand.

  “I’ve told you things that I never told anyone. I’d tell you anything you have the guts to ask without adding those ridiculous clauses to at the end.” He flicks the light and the room goes black.

  My heart is racing and I twitch when I hear the camera shutter. It’s a prolonged exposure and I know that I can’t move or I’ll mess up the image. A blue light appears and he starts to move around me, running the light up and down my sides quickly.

  His voice fills the shadows, “If you asked, I’d tell you that you inspire me. Your passion ignited something within me, something that I thought was gone a long time ago. I’d tell you that I think you’re too young for me. That I’ll only hurt you if I act and do the things I want to do with you.” The light is over my lips and they part. My gaze is on his face. He’s close to me, kneeling, crawling around my naked body on the floor. “Stay like that. That’s perfect, Anna.”

  The question I want to ask burns in my mind, but I don’t move. Cole grows quiet as he crawls around me, covering my body in light, inch by inch. When the shutter clicks again, I know I can speak.

  I start to sit up, but his hands are on my shoulders holding me down. “Don’t move. Everything is perfect. I don’t want to reset the pose.” I still under his hands, and he releases me, saying, “Ask your question, Lamore.”

  “How do you feel about
me?” Before I can say anything else, the shutter on the camera snaps open and I’m still again. Cole doesn’t respond right away. His light is next to my hair, moving in rapid sweeps over the right side of my body.

  Finally he says, “Too many things. I feel like I know you, but I’m not entirely sure I do.” Moving to my breast, he waves the light close to my skin. I fight the urge to move, to speak. He continues, “I feel like I want to know you more. There is nothing about you that doesn’t captivate me. You’re addicting, and I can’t help myself, Anna. I want things from you, things I can’t have. I feel things I shouldn’t feel.” His voice trails off as he moves around me.

  My body reacts to his words and it becomes harder and harder to stay still. He’s so close. That light sweeping over my body puts his hand just above my skin. As it passes over, I wish he was really touching me. My mind is racing with thoughts. While I know the age difference is large, I don’t know why he holds back.

  When the shudder snaps, I ask him, “What do you feel, Cole?”

  He presses the button almost immediately. I barely had time to ask. He speaks as he works. A dim blue glow outlines his face. He looks haunted, pained almost. His voice is a breath, barely a whisper. He doesn’t move this time. The light doesn’t flash, outlining my body. He just sits there next to me on his knees, staring into the darkness, “I feel like I’m falling in love with you Anna. And it doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t stop.” He’s breathing hard, looking down at me.

  When he answers this time, I reach for him. I thread my fingers behind his neck and pull his lips down on mine. Cole tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. I can feel him warring with himself. The tension in his back and the strength of his arms says he’s trying to resist, but I hold him to me, gently stroking his lips with my tongue. When I push inside his mouth, when the kiss deepens, he melts into me. His body relaxes and Cole kisses me back, softly at first. His hands find my face and I hear the remote fall to the floor. His body lines up with mine, and I can feel his erection through his jeans. He presses against me and I moan, wanting to feel him inside of me. My hands drift down his sides, feeling the curve of his body beneath my hands.