Maybe he doesn’t need to know, I tell myself. Maybe this can just be for tonight and he never has to find out…
But I know I’m lying to myself. I know that I won’t be able to stop once I start because I’ve wanted this for three years now. Even this time away from Kian hasn’t deterred me. If we make love today, I’ll get hooked on him like a drug and I’ll never be able to stop after that. What is this man doing to me?
“Let’s get you settled inside,” Kian says, leading me to his front door. I can feel my heart beating hard against my chest. I’ve wondered for the past three years what it would be like to go into his home, what it would look like, how it would feel to be here...and now I’m here, and about to find out.
His house is beautiful, covered in impressive shots from his photography collection and a minimalist set of furniture. I know from what my Dad told me that Kian is a celebrated photographer, and I’ve spent years following his work online. Now, I’m completely immersed in it.
“Make yourself at home,” he says. “Can I get you anything?”
“A glass of water, please,” I say. I don’t really need it, but I want a moment to compose myself. If I’m going to survive a night here without jumping on him, then I’m going to need a few seconds to breathe alone.
“No problem.”
As he leaves the room, I watch him go. His strong, well-built frame has goosebumps rushing over my skin. I blush, turning to stare at his art instead. The photographs are gorgeous, often depicting landscapes at night, but there are no pictures of people, which surprises me. I always imagine that men of his talent use the opportunity to photograph beautiful women, just as an excuse to see them. Maybe he just hasn’t found his muse yet.
“Do you like them? The photographs?” Kian says as he returns with my glass of water. I swallow nervously.
“They’re beautiful...but I was just wondering why you never photograph people. Women, in particular.”
“I’ve always found nature to be much more fascinating,” he says gruffly, but his eyes are roaming over my body. “At least, I use to think that.”
I blush. Is he saying that I’ve changed his mind? Or am I just hearing what I want to hear coming from his lips? He checks his watch.
“It’s late. Do you want me to get you set up in the spare bedroom?”
My heart sinks. I was hoping for something more. More time with him. A night of passion spanning until morning. I know that I shouldn’t be hoping for that when I know Kian is off-limits, but I can’t help myself.
“I’m not really tired,” I whisper to him. The corners of his lips twitch into a smile and his eyes continue to look me up and down.
“Well then, maybe we can stay up and talk awhile. I was going to head outside and take some more pictures of the sky but maybe you’d like to model for me?”
I hold my breath. I’ve never been considered model material in any capacity, but with the way Kian is looking at me now, I feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth.
“You want me to model? Why?”
“I like to photograph beautiful things,” he says. I feel my cheeks turning red. I should say no. I should tell him I’m going to bed and just get through this night alone. I don’t want to disappoint my father.
And yet I can’t help myself.
“Let’s do it.”
Kian
I set up my camera on the deck and Teagan sits on the bench overlooking the garden. Her nerves are evident on her face. She’s still wearing her pajamas, the straps of the silky top exposing her beautiful arms. I can see her nipples poking through the material and it’s so damn sexy that I have to stop myself from moving closer to her. I told myself that I’d indulge in this photoshoot, but nothing more. This is one thing, but fucking her? That’s another level entirely. David would never forgive me.
But how am I supposed to resist when she looks so damn good? How am I meant to stay away from her when her body is so exposed to me right now. There’s a vulnerability about her right now as she sits demurely, waiting for me to take pictures of her in her nightwear. Are her nipples hard because it’s cold or because she wants me the way I want her? Does she know that those pajamas are sexy as hell, or do I only think that only because I want her so damn badly?
She’s changed everything for me in the last few hours. I’ve gone from not understanding lust to being consumed by it. I want her body more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and I consider myself a passionate man. And standing here with my camera, I’m forced to focus on every detail of her beauty. Her full, pink lips and her big blue eyes. Her heart-shaped face and her flowing blonde hair. Her curvy body, her large breasts, her gorgeous ass.