Judith raised her hands and, with shaking fingers, began pulling off the wrap-around silver dress. And as she did so, his gaze was drawn to the necklace that sat between her breasts, which had been hidden by the dress.
“You’re still wearing it,” he breathed.
“What?” Then she looked down and color swept through her face. “Oh yes. That.”
“You really did like it, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did.” She blushed deeper. “Can I get on with this now?”
“Come here. Let me help.”
She shook her head. “No. I want to do this myself.”
So he stayed where he was, watching her as she unhooked her bra and got rid of that, too, his breath catching at the beauty of her. At all the pale, creamy skin she was revealing. The sweet curves of her breasts, and hard, pink little nipples. The narrow indent of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips.
“Judith,” he said roughly as she kicked off her heels and shoved her leggings down, taking her panties with them. She stepped out of her clothes, utterly naked except for the pendant he’d bought her, and it was all he could do not to close the distance between them right there and then.
She was blushing furiously but didn’t look away. And it was clear to him that she wanted him to look at her. So he did, letting his desire show on his face, letting her know exactly what she did to him.
In the silence of the room he heard her breath catch. “The couch,” she said. “I want you to lie on the couch.”
He did as he was told, lying back on the dark blue upholstery, watching as she came closer.
“Open your jeans.”
He couldn’t get his zipper down fast enough. “Are we going to talk dirty again? ’Cause I have to say, I’m totally on board with that.”
One corner of her mouth turned up. “What goes around comes around.” She took an audible breath. “Take your cock out.”
Oh, he could get used to this. Very used to it. Slowly he slid his hand inside his boxers and circled his cock. Then he met her gaze. “If you want it, darling, you’ll have to come and get it.”
She blinked, blushing like a rose. Then came closer. And closer. And he stopped breathing as she reached for him, pulling down the fabric of his boxers so she could see.
“Move your hand,” she murmured, her gaze fixed to his groin.
So he did, the look in her eyes making the pleasure that nearly took his head off all that more intense. Of course his hand was a poor substitute for what he really wanted. Her.
“Enough, beautiful.” Releasing his cock, he reached for her instead, gripping her hips. Pulling her forward. “I want you.”
She didn’t protest, coming down onto his lap slowly, straddling him. The breath hissed in his throat as she let her hand drop, fingers stroking the length of his cock. “Damn.” Her eyes darkened, a stricken look on her face. “I forgot. I don’t have any condoms.”
Good thing he did. “Wallet.” He had to force the words out as her fingers drifted over him. “Back pocket.” He’d replaced the one they’d used in the studio. Replaced it secretly hoping there would be another time. Another moment with Judith…
He shifted for her as she got the wallet and took out the condom. But when she tried to put it on for him, he had to take it off her, unable to bear the stroke of her cool fingers on his hot flesh.
“Caleb—”
“Sorry, darling, I’m too close. Next time, I promise.”
She didn’t protest, her breathing as fast as his was. Instead she lifted herself up above him then sank down onto him, the hot, wet clasp of her body taking him in.
He groaned, unable to look away from her.
The sun through the windows fell over her naked body, pale skin, and dark hair. Her head thrown back, her mouth slightly open, black lashes resting on her flushed cheeks.
So beautiful. This was a side to her no one had ever gotten to see. The passionate side. No one except him.
His hands closed on her hips, beginning to move her on him. “You should have your photo taken.”
Her breathing had become ragged. “What?”
“Your photo. Right now. With you like this.”
“Why?”
“So you can see yourself. So you can see how beautiful you are right now.”
Color swept over her. Gently he urged her on with his hands. “Don’t stop. Keep moving on me. Nice and slow.”
“Caleb…” His name was a soft moan on her lips.
“Yeah, I’ve got you.” He gripped her tighter, the slow slide in and out of her driving him crazy.
She felt so good. Insanely good. He wanted to watch her. Watch her lose herself. Wanted to see her come apart again the way she had in the studio before.