“Not yet.”
She kissed his other cheek. “That was it. You missed it.”
He caught her against his chest and leaned down to nuzzle her lips. “Then say it again.”
“You are—” she punctuated each word with a kiss, “—the absolute sweetest.” Then she reached around and gave his buttocks a light slap. “Now hurry up. The light is fading as we speak.”
“Genie love,” he growled, squeezing her tightly before letting her go. “The next time you do that, you’ll pay for it.”
“I adore a bit of danger,” she said loftily as she circled back to her camera. As much as she would love to tease him further, the photography came first. Besides, it would be a novel experience to work while thoroughly aroused. “Luckily, I know you do too.”
Tommy paused, one pale, hairy leg free of his pants, and asked with a look of dread, “What does that mean?”
“We’re going outside.”
“Can’t you work any faster?” Tommy called over his shoulder. “My balls are freezing.”
Imogen looked up from the camera dials. Tommy stood a few paces in front of the open doorway, wearing nothing but his boots and a knit hat that hid his purple locks. Her mouth watered at the sight. He was angled away to gaze into the snowy woods, his profile protected by shadow. His body was tense from the cold, highlighting the taut muscles of his shoulders and back all the way to his freckled buttocks.
She drew a steadying breath and jogged to Tommy’s side. She had to move quickly, or she would lose the golden hour. A few errant snowflakes had already drifted from the sky, and she couldn’t quite tell if they were merely falling from the trees towering over them or if they heralded another storm.
“Here.” She handed him one of her pink mittens. “Put this on.”
He took one glance. “My hands are too big for your mittens.”
“It’s not for your hands.” She winked and jutted her chin toward his midriff.
He huffed out a laugh. “Would that I could, but it’ll fall off. I’m not hard.”
“No?” She put her hand on his left buttock and tooted it like a bicycle horn. His cock stiffened and rose on command. “There we are.”
“Genie,” he groaned as she pulled the mitten over his erection, “I swear to God you’re going to pay for all this.”
“Thirty more seconds,” she called as she hurried back to the doorway. Tommy might believe in her, but even he had his limits. She double-checked her settings and captured the shot.
“All done.” She quickly covered the lens and set the camera and tripod inside the heated cabin. “That wasn’t so bad, was?—”
She squeaked as she was hoisted off her feet and tossed over Tommy’s shoulder. He anchored her with one arm over the back of her thighs and the other over her rump. Her hands scrambled for purchase, and she gasped when her cheek rubbed against his chilled skin. He kicked the door shut and stalked across the cabin.
“What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling my promise.”
She must be depraved, for his harsh, guttural words sent electricity sparking through her body. She felt flush, overheated, and a whimper of desire slid past her lips. Tommy had been pushed past his limits and now she would reap the rewards.
He tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced twice before sinking into the pile of blankets. Tommy’s eyes were glazed with need, and his chest heaved with cold and hunger. She drank in his naked body, determined to memorize every last inch of him.
“Pretty mitten,” she managed.
Tommy bit off a curse and tossed her pink mitten on the bed. “Where’s your photograph?”
She rose to her knees. “I’ll get it?—”
“No. Your only job is to strip. Now.”
Her eyes widened at this new, commanding side of Tommy, and liquid heat surged between her thighs. “In the top drawer of the cabinet.”
Her fingers trembled as she removed her clothing as fast as she could. She was down to her chemise when Tommy returned, cradling the sepia photograph in his hands. He sat on the bed, and her gaze darted back and forth between the image and Tommy’s reaction. Would he judge her? Would he look at her with disappointment?
