“Seductive.”
I swallow.
“Just you,” he adds.
Damn.
When it comes to men, there’s not many who can compete with Logan. He’s a terrific friend and probably an even better partner—if he were to give love half a chance. He watches out for the ones he cares about, protective with an edge of danger.
Does he take women home? Despite how often I joke about him being celibate, I can’t imagine that’s actually true. He’s far too attractive. His sex life isn’t any of my business, but that doesn’t stop it from slipping into my thoughts anyway. It steals my attention more than I’d like to admit.
He snaps a few quick shots, then tweaks the settings on his camera before crouching on his knees. “Turn your head towardme a little more,” he says, then adjusts the lens. The shutter clicks a few times.
“Arch your back for me.”
I chuckle. “For you, huh?”
“Kelly . . .” He draws out my name like a warning.
“Yes, sir,” I purr, flashing him my best sex eyes in an attempt to fluster him.
His tone sharpens. “Do that again.”
So commanding.
“What? Call yousir?”
He tilts his chin. “You know what. Give me that look again.”
I swallow, the charged air settling as I meet his suggestive gaze once more. Warmth washes over my cheeks and I don’t shy away—I bathe in it. I’ve posed before, but never has it felt so . . . intoxicating. The way I’m able to hold his attention is like wielding a powerful weapon I didn’t know I possessed. It’s addicting and I like it.
Maybe it’s the warm cocktail in my veins or the soft lighting, but this time, I don’t bother pretending. I drop my guard and give him a good look at the temptation I’ve kept buried for too long.
“Your eyes are so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
There’s no way I’m not visibly blushing. He snaps a few more photos.
“Are you comfortable laying on the floor?”
“Sure!” I shoot off the sofa, my voice way too loud.Be more obvious.
“Right here.” He points to the rug.
Once I’m on my back, he sinks to his knees and straddles my midsection.Whoa.
“This okay?” he asks.
I bob my head up and down.
He sets his camera on the floor. “Do you mind if I adjust your hair?”
“No.” I lift my head, and he plants a palm next to my ear, using his free hand to fan out the strands to his liking. Then he picks up his camera again, aiming it at me.
“Look right into the lens, Kelly.”
My chest rises and falls as I peer up at him.
“Stunning.” He smiles and gives a subtle shake of his head behind the camera. “You’re so good at that.”
