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Wes concentrated on getting his camera set up for the
shoot. He fought the image of water streaming down Lynn’s
pale skin, beading off her nipples and running into the dark
hair between her slender thighs. What if she didn’t even
have pubic hair? For all he knew she shaved her feminine
core smooth as silk. He groaned as the thought invaded and
took root. His cock throbbed against his jeans and he cursed
under his breath. He’d been living by a strict
no-dating-the-models policy for years and with good reason.
His best friend and fellow shutterbug, Ryan, had horror
stories about clingy model girlfriends. They were great at
using you to their advantage but terrible at commitment. Wes
was very selective about who he took to his bed and it had
never been a problem before.
Lynn was different on many levels. She wasn’t like the
overly confident, vain and ruthless model wannabes he’d
grown used to dealing with. She was a breath of fresh air,
with a spine of steel and an angel’s face. He knew from the
moment he saw her staying objective might be a problem. He
chuckled. Might? Now that they’d had a conversation there
was no doubt in his mind. He was great at reading people and
she set warning bells off in his head from the start. He had
a habit of trying to help everyone he came into contact with
and Lynn definitely needed help, he just wasn’t sure why yet.
A slight sound behind him was all the warning he got
before the scent of jasmine filled his lungs. He’d bought a
few different fragrances of shampoos and soaps a woman might
like and left them beneath the sink. Lynn had obviously
found the jasmine and put it to use. The soothing scent
suited her and he was almost afraid to turn around.
"Is it always so c-cold in here?"
Wes swung around to find a pink-faced Lynn behind him.
The robe swallowed her from chin to mid-calf, but she was
barefoot and shivering. She’d knotted her dark hair
haphazardly on her head so only a few wet tendrils clung to
her neck. Wes was momentarily distracted by how the darker
tips stuck to her moist skin. He licked his lips
unconsciously and Lynn cleared her throat.
"Um...Wes?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you have slippers or socks...something for my feet?"
He came back to himself with a start, moving his gaze
from her neck to her feet, which were a slight shade of blue.
"Oh! Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. Just give me a second."
Without thought he grabbed her around the waist and
lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the pillow-covered
carpet. She said nothing as he gently set her on the largest
pillow and walked away.
"I’ll grab a towel to warm your feet until I’m ready."
He walked into the bathroom before she could respond and
headed for the towel warmer. He paused and took a deep
breath, releasing it slowly as the tension left his
shoulders. What was he thinking? Calling her sweetheart was
bad enough, but touching her? Picking her up and carrying
her? He was obviously a glutton for punishment because
keeping his hands to himself was the only way to keep this
on a professional level. He pulled two small towels from the
warmer and went back to face Lynn, praying he could keep his
cool all afternoon.
Setting up the scene took no time at all because the
background wasn’t important. Most shots would be very close
up and only Lynn’s beautiful body would fill the frame. He
was as honest as he could be with her, knowing it would be
all she’d accept.
"I’m just a man, sweetheart, and you’re a beautiful
woman. I’m going to have the natural reaction any man would
have. Seeing you in a robe already has me hard, so once you
drop it that’s not going to change, okay?"
She nodded as her gaze dropped to his crotch. He hardened
further and wanted to cry "uncle" when she licked her lips
nervously.
"O-Okay," she whispered.
Wes stepped toward her, stopped to adjust his stone-hard
erection and then continued, all under her watchful eye. Her
throat moved as she swallowed hard but she said nothing.
"All right, Lynn. Whenever you’re ready, you can take the
robe off and just get comfortable."
She bit her lip and he wanted to scream in frustration.
He’d made keeping his cool an art form after being around
beautiful models the past few years. It took all his will to
act nonchalant as Lynn stood unsteadily and slowly untied
the sash around her small waist. She let the robe fall open
but made no move to pull it off. Her gaze darted to his and
he lifted one brow in question. She licked her lips and he
fought not to react to the carnal images that simple act evoked.
"Um...Wes?"
"Yes, Lynn?"
"W-Would you mind standing...over there?"
She gestured toward the camera a few feet away from her
spot on the rug. He had no desire to step away from her but
knew gaining her trust was a hell of a lot more important
than his desires.
"Sure thing."
He turned his back on her irresistible form and strolled
over to his camera as if he had all the time in the world.
The minutes were ticking by and he could almost hear them,
but handling Lynn with kid gloves was important at this
stage in the game. She had to learn to trust him so he could
do whatever he wished with her body, and capture it all on
film...so to speak.
He reached the tripod and turned slowly so his impatience
wouldn’t show. The sight that met him had sweat beading on
his brow and he barely stifled a hiss of lust. Lynn had
dropped the robe silently and stood in all her naked glory,
like Venus amidst the satin pillows.