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He stands before me shamelessly, as naked as the day he was born, his cock hard already, his chest heaving, and his lips swollen from my kisses.
Fuck.
I need this man something crazy.
I take a step closer, drawn to him like a fucking magnet, and stare down into his eyes.
He’s tall, probably six-one, but I’ve still got a few inches on him.
He gazes up at me with fire burning in his eyes, but the moment my tongue sneaks out to wet my bottom lip, his attention drops.
“Get on the bed,” I demand, my deep command bouncing off the walls around us.
His eyes snap back up to mine as he registers my words.
It takes him a second, but eventually, he steps back toward my bed.
I watch him go, letting my eyes eat him up.
He doesn’t seem fazed at all that he’s naked and I’m still fully dressed. It doesn’t stop his eyes from dropping down my body as if he’s hoping just a look alone will make my clothes vanish.
Finally, he settles, resting back on his elbows, his long, lean body stretching down the length of my navy sheets, his cock fully hard and ready for our next round.
The air between us is thick as he watches me move around the room.
I pull my wallet from my pocket and place it on the dresser before sliding my cell free.
I freeze with it in my hand; the sudden urge to pull up my camera and snap an image of the way he looks, lying out waiting for me, is almost too much to deny.
“Go on. Take it,” he suddenly rasps as if he can read my mind.
I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t.
I have a fear that if I do, I’ll obsess over it for a long time to come. And not just as I turn it into a piece of art to remind me of this night.
“I-I don’t—”
“Do it. I know you’re not going to share.”
When I look at him, I find that he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock again, slowly stroking himself.
Fuck. If that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever seen.
Unable to stop myself, I open the camera app and shoot a photo before moving back around the bed to take a few more from different angles.
The only lights are the ones of the nightstand, and they cast him in the softest light, leaving the grooves and indents of his muscles in shadow. It’s going to make the most stunning portrait. I can’t wait to start it. But more than wanting to draw him…
He gasps when I drop my cell on the nightstand as I press one knee onto the mattress and crawl closer.
My entire body burns for him as I shift myself until I’m between his legs.
He stares at me with a small frown, and the second I touch him, he jolts as if I just electrocuted him.
“Nash,” he gasps as I drag my palms up his firm thighs.
He trembles beneath my hold and swallows thickly.
A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. I fucking love how responsive he is.
