She hesitated before licking her lips again. "You - your drawing," she started.
"Yeah." My heart started beating faster.
Her face pinkened. "It was me." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah."
She tipped her head up, hitting me with curious amber eyes. "Why?"
"You didn't like it?"
She shook her head, and my stomach dropped. She saw the look on my face and immediately moved forward, one hand outstretched. "No! Sorry, I meant yes. I loved it. Simon, you're so talented."
It was my turn for a blush to creep up my neck, and I was thankful for the low glow of the lamp. "I had a good model."
"No," she denied. "You have a natural talent. I've seen enough drawings to know when someone has talent."
My stomach soared at her praise and my chest puffed out.
"So you really liked it?" I gave her a shy smile, needing her approval.
She nodded before a self-conscious look darkened her features. "But why me?"
I could've come up with a smooth line about drawing what was in front of me or her beauty being the inspiration, but instead, I decided to be honest.
"Whenever I can't get a tune out of my head, I turn it on and sing it until I get sick of it, and it leaves my head. I do the same when I draw. When I can't get an image out of my head, I draw it out of there."
Her eyes widened. "You're saying... you're saying..."
"That I can't get you out of my head? Yeah, baby, that's what I'm saying."
She stepped closer to me, but I remained rooted to the spot. Her eyes were deep pools of molten desire as she peered up at me.
"Did it work?" She whispered as she reached a finger out to stroke the soft material of my shirt.
"Hmm?" My thoughts were distracted by her touch.
She tilted her head as she regarded me before lifting herself on her toes. My eyes flared as her unique scent reached my nose.
"Did you draw me out of your head?"
I bent forward until our breaths were shared. "No," I said.
The word barely left me before she leaned forward to press her mouth against mine. I gave a low groan as I reciprocated, taking her mouth in a punishing and bruising kiss. Her flavor burst on my tongue, sending a flame of desire licking down my body straight to my groin.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against me, needing to feel her supple skin against mine. She twined her arms around my neck, causing her towel to fall from her chest and gather around our torsos. I pulled away slightly, still keeping my mouth locked on hers, and ripped the towel away.
My hands palmed her ass as she moaned into my mouth. The skimpy material of her bikini bottoms rode up between her ass cheeks, and my fingers caressed the crease. Instead of moving away, Sofia tightened her grip around my neck and nipped at my bottom lip.
I pulled my mouth away as my hands moved over her smooth back.
"Fuck, baby," I breathed, staring at her bikini top. Her generous breasts strained against the edges, heaving with each breath. She was so fucking sexy. It was taking all of me not to rip her bikini off and sink into her.
Sofia's eyes were dark with desire as she grabbed at my t-shirt. "Take it off," she ordered.
Without hesitation, I practically tore my polo shirt off my body, tossing it carelessly aside.
I saw her take a deep breath as she eyed my naked torso. She traced my abs, causing me to shudder at her gentle touch. "I've wanted to touch these since I first saw you with your top off," she confessed.
