Hudson said he enjoyed spending time with Ayla and me. I was a little worried that we'd invite him into our lives and we'd be disappointed, but there was no reward without a little risk.
I was both excited and nervous to be with him tonight after Ayla went to her father's. Hudson had mentioned going out to dinner, which would be nice, but I had something else in mind for our first night together.
I just hoped that Gus didn't come up with a reason why he couldn't take Ayla this weekend. It never mattered before, but tonight, I was dying to be alone with Hudson. I deserved a night to myself.
Gus picked up Ayla at six, a little bit late, so I had to hurry to get ready for my date. I told Hudson that I'd meet him at my shop. He thought we were going to dinner first, but I had different plans.
I just hoped Hudson would appreciate it. I rushed to the shop so I could set everything up before Hudson arrived. Shades down, lights dimmed. There were several small crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to provide ambiance, but I lit a few candles and placed them strategically throughout the space. I'd thought it made the space look feminine and classy, despite what Bill had insinuated.
Wynter left a light here from our last photo shoot because we weren't done yet, and I turned that on. I'd brought my own camera, intending to recreate my photo shoot. When the knock came on the door, I put on a silky robe, peeked through the blinds to double-check that it was Hudson, then unlocked the door. I opened the door, and Hudson's gaze lingered as if he was undressing me in his mind.
"You're not ready?" He stepped inside and locked the door. "Am I early?"
"You're right on time." I unwrapped the silk belt of my robe and let the sides fall away, revealing the outfit underneath.
He swallowed hard.
The robe fell to the floor. Then I took one step back, then another.
Hudson followed—no— Hestalkedme.
My heart rate kicked up. I felt like I was his prey.
His gaze flickered from me to Wynter's light. "Are you in the middle of a photo shoot?"
I gave him a saucy smile with the camera. "I am actually, and you're the photographer."
His gaze darkened with desire.
I sat on the chaise lounge exactly how Wynter had arranged me during the photoshoot.
He cradled the camera in his hands, his brows raised. "You want me to take pictures of you?"
I licked my lip, arranging my arms over the back of the chair, presenting my breasts. "This isn't a classy photo shoot."
He glanced down at the tops of my breasts that threatened to spill out. "You're a naughty girl."
I might have intentionally tied the bustier tighter to have this exact effect. Tonight, I wasn't shooting a tasteful lingerie spread. I was enticing the man who'd come into my life and set everything on fire.
My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, which were suddenly dry.
"You want something to drink?" Hudson's voice was rough.
I gestured at a glass of ice water I'd placed on a nearby stool. He set the camera aside and grabbed the glass. His movements were controlled. He tipped the glass, holding it for me while I drank.
When he pulled the glass away, a bead of water dropped onto the top of one breast. He set the glass aside and leaned down to lick the drop, the scruff from his jaw scraping the delicate skin.
I sucked in a breath, widening my legs in invitation.
He straightened, his voice chiding. "We're here for a photo shoot."
His tone only made me wetter. He was going to make me play the part. I'd set up this night to tease him, not the other way around.
I felt like I'd lost all control. He cradled the camera, and I knew I'd move however he wanted me to. I was lost to his soft, gentle commands, the light touch of his hand. As he moved around the chair taking pictures at every angle, my skin heated in anticipation. My pulse raced.
I needed him to touch me. To claim me.
Instead, he was treating this like a real photo shoot, moving me at his pleasure, then taking more pictures.
