Talking Dirty With the Player(50)

He ran a hand up her side and cupped the soft roundness of one breast, his thumb gently circling her nipple. She groaned, arching into his touch.

Caleb reached for his phone where it lay on the floor next to his wallet. He lifted it, switched it to camera mode, then took her picture.

Her lashes lifted at the sound. She didn’t look at the camera, only at him.

Then she held his gaze as she continued to move on him, and pleasure gripped him tight.

Their breathing came faster, harder. He took another picture and another, the screen full of her passionate, intense face.

Then abruptly he threw the phone down, and sat up. Thrust his hands into her hair. Pulled her mouth down on his and took them both over the edge.





Chapter Nine


Judith slumped forward over Caleb’s prone figure, pressing her hot face against the hard wall of his chest. Her heart hammered in her ears, her cry of release still echoing around the room. Beneath her ear, she could hear his heartbeat, as fast and hard as her own.

Oh boy. Who knew she’d had such an inner vamp? She certainly hadn’t. Stripping in front of him and then giving him dirty orders. Straddling him on the couch. It alternately pleased her at the same time as it made her flush with embarrassment.

And that wasn’t counting the moment he’d started taking pictures…

She’d always hated having her own picture taken. Her place was behind the camera, not in front of it. And yet she hadn’t told him to stop. Hadn’t pushed him away. Why not?

A gentle hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head up. His other hand touched her cheek, brushed over her mouth. “You okay?”

A helpless grin began to creep over her face. “Yes.”

He smiled at her. “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know. I just…I suppose I never thought of myself as a woman who’d push a guy down on her couch and have her wicked way with him.”

Caleb gave a soft laugh. “And you kind of like the idea?”

“I guess I do.”

He leaned over the side of the couch and picked up the phone. Judith groaned. “Oh, no, I don’t want—”

“Look, darling.”

And, God help her, she looked. But it wasn’t embarrassing, or at least, not as embarrassing as she’d thought. Because the woman in the picture looked incredible. She had her head thrown back, the sun on her bare body, the look of abandonment on her face. The picture was slightly blurred, giving the photo a feeling of movement, of energy, her face over exposed and without shadow, the redness of her mouth in startling contrast to all the white.

It was an amazing picture. And it was her.

“That’s how beautiful you are, Jude.” Caleb said quietly. “That’s how you look when you let yourself go.”

She felt a strange twist inside her chest. Like the ground shifting after an earthquake.

He was the one who’d brought that side of herself out. The passionate, spontaneous side. The only one. Had always been the only one.

The knowledge felt raw and uncomfortable and she wanted to get away from it. Yet she didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to let go of him. Not just yet.

“Shall I delete them?”

“Yes, please.” She didn’t want those photos on her phone where anyone might see them. And yet when he deleted the pictures she felt oddly bereft. As if that woman had been lost somehow and she might never get her back.

Caleb’s hand stroked down her spine as if he’d picked up on her weird emotional state, and the touch eased her confusion, grounding her into the here and now. “I don’t know what your plans are for the day,” he said. “But I thought we could sit in front of the telly for a couple of Antiques Roadshow episodes.”

Judith looked up at him. “Oh, well, you can. I thought I might just have a shower and go back to bed.” She sat up. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me but you know you might miss out on a Picasso hidden in the bottom of an old shoe or something.”

Caleb tapped his chin and looked thoughtful. “It’s a tough choice. What are my options again?”

She slid a hand under the hem of his T-shirt, his skin hot and smooth and touchable. “Picasso and an old shoe. Or me and a shower.”

“Hmmmm. And I suppose you’ve never had sex in the shower, either, have you?”

“Uh, not as such.”

Caleb grinned, slow and sexy. “Then what are we waiting for?”

…

Much, much later, since Caleb flatly refused to move, Judith brought the laptop into bed and showed him the calendar photos she’d done. She sat cross-legged with the computer on her knees, Caleb looking over her shoulder, his big, warm body surrounding her. He had one hand in her hair, playing absently with it in a way that gave her delicious shivers.