“Yeah. It was.” What words were needed anyway? None. They’d only be inadequate to describe perfection.
Instincts had been dead-on there.
What he hadn’t anticipated was how his insides would be so warm afterward and how nicely she would fit against him. It was something he suspected he could get used to.
She snuggled deeper into his arms, and he held her, burying his nose in her hair. It smelled amazing, like ocean and the outdoors and something vaguely lemony. He’d never see or hear the surf again without getting hard.
“Ready for my report on all the stuff I haven’t done yet?” she said, her voice low and sensual and so sexy that it thrummed through him.
His laugh mixed with a groan. “You gotta give a guy a minute, honey.”
She waited two beats. “How about now?”
“Eager. I like that.” More than he should, but there you go. “Hit me.”
“I’m still working on the full report, but there is this one thing,” she said so wistfully that he couldn’t stand it. Especially when she didn’t open her mouth and tell him. After all of this, she still couldn’t talk about what she wanted? Obviously they needed to repeat the experience a bunch more times to get the lesson really solidified in her head.
Whatever it was, he’d make it happen, even if he had to bleed to get it done. She definitely should know that by now. “What?”
“I want to photograph you. Naked,” she whispered as if he might not object if the volume changed.
Dirty pictures? That was so… hot. “I’ve never done that before either.”
If anyone else had asked, he would have blown it off, citing possible future presidential bids. You just never knew. It was ingrained to be careful what you left behind when your life was not your own. His was dedicated to Uncle Sam for as long as the navy would let him pledge his loyalty to country and team.
But he wanted to do it. For her.
“You haven’t?”
What, like he made it a habit to run around being a nude model? “Totally legit. And I’m totally on board.”
Earlier he’d taken off his shirt to let her snap some pics, but that had been strictly to get her comfortable with him. He’d pat himself on the back for that one—case in point, she was currently naked.
What she was asking for this time was something different. An adventure they could both take together, and he wanted that. No clue why it appealed to him so much. But it did. Fitz did not discount a gut feeling. Ever.
When she pulled away, he nearly protested. She’d meant now? What happened to doing it a second time?
Or maybe… she’d meant she planned to take really dirty photographs. Not a terrible plan. He went hard instantly.
Lilah pulled out her camera without getting dressed, and that worked for him because her arms framed her breasts gorgeously when she raised the camera to her eye.
“Roll toward me,” she instructed, and he did because she was telling him what she wanted and it sizzled. Confident and in-command Lilah? His favorite. It showed.
His erection thickened as she watched him through the lens.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, and her nipples went taut. So erect that his mouth watered.
The shutter snapped and snapped again. God, it was like an aphrodisiac. So hot.
“Would you… stroke yourself? Like you did… before?” she asked, her voice breaking up so much he shouldn’t have understood her, but he ached do exactly that so the translation came through loud and clear.
She’d liked that, had she?
He took himself in hand, wrapping his fingers tight around his shaft, and gave it a good yank. Still sensitized from earlier, but minus the condom, even his own palm felt unbelievable, despite having done this a hundred times or more.
But never with a girl observing from behind a camera, poised to capture his every nuance.
“I’ve never watched a man, you know. Come,” she murmured. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Like my body is a volcano.” Faster and faster he stroked, totally unable to stop himself. This was the most stimulating thing he’d ever done. “The pressure and heat builds and builds.”
Click. Click. She was taking pictures of him jerking off like a teenager, and he couldn’t make himself quit. There was something so wicked about doing it on camera… in front of her… while talking about it.
“Does it feel different if you’re with someone?”
“You mean if I’m buried deep inside you?” he clarified through gritted teeth as he imagined exactly that. Her. Clenched tight around him. Hot. Slick. Amazing. “Completely different. Better. But no orgasm is bad.”