“I didn’t mean of me.”
“The camera loves you, though. Look.” She turned the camera around to show him but damn if he saw what she meant. The only thing he could see was a close-up of his face, his eyes widened in surprise, a stunned expression on his face.
Nicole moved the camera, bringing it up to her face. She smiled then snapped a few more. “I’ve been wanting to do this since that first night we met.” A shy grin spread over her face as she lowered her gaze. “Since New Orleans.”
It was the first time she’d ever specifically mentioned their time together in New Orleans. Yeah, she’d said how much she enjoyed it, but she’d never mentioned their actual time together. Mat thought maybe she was embarrassed or something, though he couldn’t imagine why. And yeah, the fact that she was mentioning it now—with a smile on her face—did something to him. A warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the way her hips pressed against him. At least, not much to do with it. He wanted to see her smile like that again, shy yet somehow uninhibited. He wanted to see the playful gleam in her eyes grow brighter.
Mat grinned, wanting to give her more, willing to do whatever she wanted if it would keep that smile on her face and that light in her eyes. He ran one hand along her back, up to her neck, then gently pulled her down until their mouths met in a long delicious kiss. He pulled away, breathless, knowing that too much more of that would make him forget what he was about to do.
“Then snap away.”
Nicole blinked, like she hadn’t heard him right. And maybe she hadn’t, not if the kiss had the same effect on her that it had on him. Yeah, he was definitely hoping it did.
She blinked again then leaned back, the camera held loosely in her hands. “Seriously? You mean it?”
“Sure, why not?”
Mat had expected her to just stay where she was and snap a few more pictures and that would be it. But no, Nicole apparently had other ideas. She pressed a quick kiss against his mouth then slid off him. He swallowed back a groan of disappointment. What the hell had he been thinking? If he’d known she was going to move, he would have never said anything.
He rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand, watching as she moved around his room, his eyes focused on her mostly-bare ass. So okay, maybe he could enjoy this if it meant watching Nicole prance around in nothing but a lacy bra and skimpy lace thong.
She paused in the middle of the room, looking around, then moved over to the small sitting area. Mat smiled in appreciation when she bent over, then squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden glare when she turned on the floor light.
“Nicole?”
She turned, her hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against the slope of one breast. Mat swallowed and pulled his gaze away, forced himself to look at her face instead.
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
“Just getting more light.” She turned around again and his gaze immediately dropped back to her ass. Except he didn’t want to just see her ass. He wanted to touch it, feel it. He wanted to cup the warm flesh of her ass in his palms as he held her body against his.
Yeah, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. If he’d known she was going to go to all this trouble for a few candid shots, he wouldn’t have said anything. But then she was walking over to him with that beautiful, stunning, mesmerizing smile on her face and he forgot all about his objections.
She raised the camera and snapped several pictures before coming closer. She leaned over and kissed him, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth. He reached for her but she pulled away with a shake of her head.
“Unbutton your shorts.”
“Excuse me?”
She tugged on his hand, pulling him off the bed, then took a step back, the camera ready. “Unbutton your shorts.”
“Nicole—”
“Not all the way. I just want to get your hands.”
“My hands?”
There was that shy smile again, that playful gleam in her eyes when she looked at him. “You have amazing hands.”
Mat laughed, the sound odd in his ears. Not really forced; more like…surprised. Or maybe stunned would be a better word. “You’re not going to call me Rose, are you?”
Her brows lowered and she shook her head, her confusion obvious.
“Rose? And Jack? He had a thing for drawing hands.” But she still looked confused and Mat suddenly felt like an idiot. “Uh, it’s from a movie, that’s all. We’ll have to rent it one night.”
Or they could just watch the copy he had in his library but he wasn’t about to tell her that. Christ, he’d never hear the end of it if the guys ever found out he watched that movie, let alone owned it.
Nicole still didn’t say anything, although this funny little look crossed her face when he suggested renting it. Or maybe he was just imagining it. Then she smiled again and held up the camera, silently letting him know she was waiting.
“Okay, unbutton my shorts. Got it.” He dropped his hands to his shorts and quickly unbuttoned them, the sound of the camera clicking loud in the background. “There.”
“One more time, but slower.”
He would have refused—he already felt like an ass—except Nicole’s voice had changed, becoming a little huskier. He looked over at her, saw her gaze focused on his waist, her pupils a little darker. The swell of her breasts rose and fell with each short breath. Holy fuck, she was enjoying this.
His semi-hard cock went to full alert, pressing against the zipper. He swallowed and quickly closed the button of the shorts, his hands hesitating at the waistline for a few seconds, not sure what to do next. Nicole moved in closer, bending over slightly and aiming the camera, waiting. Her breasts pushed forward with the movement, nearly falling out of the lace with each quickening breath she took.
Mat watched her, heat racing through him, turning his blood into something like lava. Slow, hot. He finally moved his hands, the motion slow and deliberate, his fingers hovering just above the button.
Click. Click.
Pause.
Click.
His fingers worked the button free, the rasp of plastic against the material loud in the background. He held his hands in place, his own breathing suddenly a little faster as Nicole moved even closer, doing something with the camera lens.
Click. Click. Click.
And holy fuck, he didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. Didn’t realize that he could get so turned on just by having his picture taken.
No, it was more than that. So much more. It was the way Nicole was watching him, the way her skin flushed and her breaths came in shallow gasps. The way she came closer, aiming the camera, capturing each small movement.
Click. Click. Click.
Mat reached for the zipper, eased it down. Slow, so slow. Teasing her. Tormenting himself.
Click. Click.
Pause.
Another inch, down even further. He tugged at the waistband, spreading the material open as he pulled the zipper lower.
Click. Pause. Click.
Nicole moved even closer then dropped to her knees, the camera held in front of her. Ready. Waiting.
Another inch. One more until it was down all the way, no longer pressing against his rigid erection. He slid his hands up his hips, hooked his thumbs into the waistband and edged his shorts down. Just a little, just to tease her.
Click. Click. Click.
His cock sprung free and he stood there, his hands wrapped loosely around the waistband of the shorts. He held his breath, wondering if she was going to take another picture, torn between telling her to stop.
Or encouraging her to keep going.
And fuck, this was probably a bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. He knew better, knew what could happen. But it was such a fucking turn-on. Something he never expected, something he didn’t think he’d ever do.
And he didn’t want to stop.
Nicole lowered the camera and looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, g
lazed with the same passion and desire that throbbed in his veins. In his cock. She was just as turned on as he was, maybe more. Had she done something like this before? Or was this as new to her as it was to him?
“Do you want me to stop?” Christ, even her voice had changed. Deep and husky. Smoky. So fucking hot, so fucking sexy.
Mat held her gaze, common sense warring with curiosity, warring with desire—for less than two seconds. He pushed the shorts down past his hips, wrapped one hand around his cock, and stroked. Long. Slow. Hard. He clenched his jaw against a hiss of breath and dropped his head back.
Click. Click. Click.
A small hand closed over his, following his touch, drifting down and cupping his balls. Squeezing. Teasing. Christ, he didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on, this ready to lose his shit.
“Mat.” Nicole called his name, her voice barely above a ragged whisper, harsh and needy. He groaned, slowed the long strokes of his hand around his cock, and forced his eyes open.
She was kneeling in front of him, her mouth parted, hunger blazing in her eyes. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, the sight of just that enough to make his balls tighten.
She held the camera up for him. He reached for it, thinking she wanted him to place it on the bed, place it somewhere so it wouldn’t get damaged. Then she smiled and wrapped her hand around his once more, sliding it off his cock.
“Your turn.” She pushed the camera into his hands, her eyes still holding his as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Fuck. Holy fuck. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, said a brief prayer that his self-control wouldn’t explode. That he wouldn’t explode. Then the image, the memory, of her taking him all in, sucking, swallowing his cum, came to mind. Sharp and vivid. And holy shit, he damn near exploded right then.
But she pulled away, her hands still stroking him, caressing him. “Your turn, Mat.”
His turn? What was she talking about? He forced his eyes opened, looked down at her. She held his gaze for a second then glanced at the camera in his hands. Another smile lit her face, shy and playful at the same time.
“Your turn.”
Oh holy fuck. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Yeah, she did. Mat swallowed and raised the camera, hesitating, not believing he was actually doing this. Then he aimed the lens down just as she closed her mouth over him once more.
Click.
Holy fuck. It was surreal. Like he was watching from a distance but feeling it at the same time. And Christ, her mouth was so hot. So wet. Sweet. Torturing him.
He swallowed again and looked through the viewfinder, adjusting the lens, zooming closer.
Click. Click.
Christ, he’d never experienced anything like this. Desire, hot and searing, ripped through him. Too many sensations, tearing at him from too many directions.
Click.
Her lips, full and moist, sliding around his cock, back and forth.
Click.
Her hands, so feminine and gentle, cupping his balls, squeezing.
Click.
The heat of her breath against his thigh, the nip of her teeth against his flesh.
Click. Click.
Her eyes focused on his, the pupils so dilated with passion they were nearly black.
Click.
The swell of her breasts, pushed together by her arms, the creamy flesh of her skin nearly spilling over her bra.
Click.
Fuck, it was too much. He was going to explode if she didn’t stop.
If he didn’t stop.
“Nicole—”
Her head tilted to the side, that shy smile tilting the corners of her mouth as she watched him. “Come for me Mat.”
Fuck. Did she want—?
She closed her mouth around him again, taking him in. All of him, down to the base of his cock. Sucking, teasing. Harder. Faster.
Click. Click.
And fuck. No more. He couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her head with his free hand, his hand twisting in her hair, holding her in place as his hips pumped.
Once. Twice.
Click.
She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers digging into his ass as his hips thrust forward. Harder. Faster. Again and again.
Click.
Click. Click. Click.
Mat dropped the camera behind him and reached for the bed post, his hand clenched around it as he exploded. A hoarse shout filled the room, harsh, breathless. The orgasm ripped through him, tearing him in half as Nicole kept sucking. Her own breathing was shallow, short little gasps punctuated by small feminine moans as he held her head in place.
Lights exploded behind his eyes, everything around him going gray as sensation washed over him. He groaned again, dragged a deep breath into his lungs, tried to open his eyes.
He eased his grip on the bedpost and forced his eyes open then looked down. Nicole was still on her knees in front of him, a dazed look in her eyes as she rested her cheek against his thigh. He still had his hand tangled in her hair and he cringed, wondering if he had been too rough, worried he may have hurt her. He relaxed his fingers, let his hand drop and reached down with one finger to stroke the soft skin of her flushed cheek.
“Did I—” He paused, not quite able to say the words, not sure he could bear the answer if she said yes. He dragged another deep breath into his lungs and let it out in a rush. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better.” God, her voice was like sweet sin and silk, all rolled into one. Mat grinned and grabbed her hand, helping her stand. He kicked off his shorts then guided her to the bed, arranging the pillows behind her so she was propped up.
Her mouth curved into a smile as she tilted her head to the side and looked at him. “What are you doing?”
But Mat didn’t answer, just gave her a smile in return. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed some condoms, tossing them on the bed next to her, like he had done their very first night together. Then he climbed into bed, straddling her legs and leaning forward to kiss her. Slow, deep, possessing.
She raised her arms, tried to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer, but he shook his head and sat back. He didn’t miss her small groan of disappointment or the slightly confused expression on her face.
“Mat—”
He shook his head, interrupting her. Then he reached behind him and grabbed the camera from the foot of the bed, holding it out to her.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“What?”
Mat grabbed one of her hands and forced the camera into it. Awareness flashed in her eyes and she started to shake her head.
“No. I couldn’t—”
“Your turn.” Mat slid down her legs, his thumbs snagging the tiny waistband of her thong. He eased the scrap of lace down her legs, trailing kisses along each inch of her silky skin. He moved, readjusted her legs so he was kneeling between them, and propped her right foot on his shoulder. Then he bent his head, teasing her with the lightest of kisses along the inside of her thigh. Higher. Higher still, not stopping until he dropped his mouth against the warm sweetness of her smooth, bare flesh.
She gasped, the sound nothing more than a sharp whisper of breath in the still air. Mat lifted his head, a grin on his face as he looked into the lens of the camera.
Click. Click.
Chapter Fourteen
Music filled the sunny kitchen, the volume down low enough that only Mat could hear it. He caught himself humming, stopped, smiled—and resumed the humming. And why the hell shouldn’t he? It was a gorgeous morning, with a bright sun and clear blue sky and, best of all, no sign of oppressive humidity. At least, not yet.
Best of all, a beautiful woman was upstairs in his bed, sound asleep. He had thought about waking her up—with gentle kisses and even gentler caresses. But Nicole had looked too content, too sweet and flushed and warm, that he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. Not after last night.
A wide smile spread across his face as m
emories raced through him. Just that was enough to send all the blood rushing to his cock. He groaned and readjusted himself through the loose gym shorts, wondering how in the hell he could be ready again, after last night.
After everything they’d done.
No, he couldn’t wake Nicole, not just yet. She needed her rest. So he’d done the next best thing and came downstairs to fix her breakfast.
He moved away from the stove and reached for his coffee cup, taking a long swallow as he stirred the eggs with the spatula. A few more minutes and they’d be ready. He placed the spatula on the spoon holder then leaned down to pull the bacon from the warm oven.
He snagged a piece and bit into it, chewing as he grabbed plates and silverware and napkins and arranged everything on a large tray. His hand hovered over the coffee pot, hesitating. Did Nicole drink coffee? If so, how did she take it? A brief surge of disappointment sparked inside him. Shouldn’t he know the answer to such a simple question? He pushed the disappointment aside. He’d learn the answer soon enough.
He just hoped she didn’t use artificial sweetener, because he didn’t have any in the house.
He moved to the refrigerator and grabbed the half-and-half, pouring some into a small pitcher. Mugs, cane sugar, creamer. And the coffee pot. There, everything was set.
He grabbed the tray, cursing under his breath when the entire thing tilted to the side. He placed it back on the counter, moved things around to better balance the weight, and tried again. There, much better.
Mat breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the top of the stairs without spilling anything. He stopped in front of the door, nudging it open with his hip. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”
The room was still dark, filled with an odd gray light filtering through the closed curtains. He moved to the side of the room and placed the laden tray on the small coffee table. “Nicole. I fixed breakfast.”
She didn’t answer. Mat grinned, thinking she must be more tired than he realized. And what better way to wake her than with those gentle kisses he’d been thinking about?
Nicole shifted on the bed, turning on her side with a small moan as she kicked off the covers. Her head moved, shifting from side to side, her hair tangling in her face. Mat sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, brushing her hair to the side. Heat seared his palm and he pulled his hand back, frowning. Nicole’s eyes blinked open, slow and sluggish, her gaze unfocused, her eyes glazed.
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