Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

My heart beats like a steady drum in my chest.

I watch her carefully, my skin prickling with awareness at her proximity.

I feel so exposed as she takes my picture.

Stripped bare and splayed raw.

But I don’t stop her. I don’t want to.

She sinks down onto my lap, straddling me, and murmurs, “Touch me.”

I wrap my finger around her choker necklace.

“Take a picture,” she says breathlessly and hands me the camera.

I take it from her and snap a photo of my fingers tangled in the black cord.

I release it and grab her neck.

Click.

Her eyes flare with desire.

Click.

She bites her lip.

Click.

I grab her hair.

Click.

I snake my fingers under her shirt.

Click.

I lift her shirt off.

Click.

I aim the camera at her bare collarbone.

Click.

Then her stomach.

Click.

She takes the camera back.

“My turn,” she says, her voice thick with desire.

She takes a picture of my belt buckle.

“Aren’t these getting a bit X-rated for school?” I comment.

She grins like the cat that ate the canary and leans forward, pushing her breasts into my chest so she can whisper in my ear, “Some are for me.”