He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me. Then he whispers, "I'm very glad you're doing the show, Kelsey Draper."
And the last thing I think before I drift off is, Me, too.
Wyatt may be happy with yesterday's shoot, but today is a billion percent better as far as I'm concerned. "You could have just told me," I complain while his hands ease slowly up my inner thighs, spreading my legs until I'm splayed across a straight back chair at exactly the angle he wants me.
Wyatt only smiles. We both know he's right. I had to go after what I wanted.
And what I wanted-what I want-is Wyatt.
"Arms behind the chair," he orders, and I comply, grabbing my wrists behind the chair as I tilt my chin up and look to one side as he told me to earlier. My legs are so wide it's almost painful, and I'm completely naked.
Completely. Freaking. Naked.
Well, except for the extra long string of pearls that is wrapped twice around my neck to form a collar, then dangles down between my legs to pool on the wooden chair seat. The pearls provide absolutely zero in the way of modesty, but the feel of them against my skin is undeniably erotic.
Wyatt circles me, examining me critically. "Perfect," he finally says, then lifts the camera and starts to shoot. "That's it. Now tilt your head and bite your lip-fuck, Kelsey. That's it. That one's going to be magic."
His words caress me as intimately as a hand. And though somewhere in the back of my mind I hear my father telling me that I'm a nasty, dirty girl who's going to get what she deserves and bring doom down upon the planet, right now, all I feel is power and heat, passion and desire.
The Kelsey who would have run screaming from this situation is nowhere to be seen. Instead, I'm reveling. My body hot, tingling. There's something so delicious about being seen through the camera. About knowing this moment-this passion-is captured on film.
And, of course, about knowing that when Wyatt puts the camera down, he'll pull me into his arms.
I feel brave and bold. More than that, I feel like I've finally grown up. That I've shed the fears of my childhood. And there's no way that I ever could have managed that if it weren't for Wyatt and the intimacy we shared last night.
Wyatt.
How the heck had I survived the last twelve years without him? This man who'd uncovered a part of me I'd buried so very long ago.
"Beautiful," Wyatt murmurs, finally setting his camera on a nearby table.
"So I can move now?"
He flashes a wicked grin. "Not just yet," he says, then kneels in front of me.
"Wyatt . . ."
Now that he's no longer looking at me through a lens, I feel exposed and suddenly shy. Which, of course, is absolutely ridiculous.
"Shhh," he says, then goes silent as he rests his hands on my thighs and kisses my inner thigh, right above my right knee.
Then his lips travel higher and higher, and I'm holding my breath as his mouth closes over my sex-and also over the pearls. I feel his tongue tease my clit, and I also feel the movement of those pearls. It's strangely erotic, and even more so when he takes one hand off my knee, and then very gently eases part of the strand of pearls inside me.
"Wyatt!" I gasp, but he only laughs, then lowers his mouth so that his tongue is teasing my clit as he slowly-torturously slowly-pulls out the string of pearls even as his finger slides inside me.
The sensation is insane. Incredible, and I writhe against his finger hoping for more. Deeper, harder, I don't know. I just want what he is giving . . . only so, so much more.
He's taken me right to the edge, and I can't wait to explode. I'm on the precipice, the verge-
And then suddenly I'm not.
I realize I've closed my eyes, and now they fly open again. "What-?"
"No more pearls," he says, then steps back and stands up.
"Wyatt," I protest. "I want more."
"Good. I like you wanting."
"Wyatt," I protest again, because he's made me completely crazy . . . and is tormenting me by not following through. "You are not a nice man."
But he only smiles, a wicked gleam in his eye as he unties me. "Go change," he says after a moment. "It's already past noon. JP will be here soon."
The problem with me being anonymous is, of course, keeping me anonymous. We decided that JP can be in the loop, because he really needs to be in the office so that he can work on prep for the show. Wyatt's promised that he'll set up the lighting himself, and that JP won't be in the room during a shoot-and for that matter, he won't see the images that show my face-but the secret is just too hard to keep.