Snapping Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 3)

She smiled sweetly, with that shy sparkle in her eye. It felt like she had wanted me to kiss her.

Reaching out to lift her elbow slightly, she was in the exact position I needed. Grabbing my camera, I took a couple of shots.

“What kind of expression are you looking for?”

I loved that even though we were obviously dealing with some intense sexual tension, her instinct was to get the work done first. “Think saucy and fun,” I said. “You’re at grandma’s tea party, but you got bored, so you’re drinking whiskey from her fine teacups.” She grinned saucily, and I got a few great snaps.

“Look to the cup, then look at me suddenly as if you realized you’re doing something very naughty.”

She took direction beautifully, giving me exactly what I asked for. Holding the camera to the side for a second, I crinkled my nose at her. “Is there anything I could possibly say to you that would make you blush right now?”

Her eyes dropped. One ankle crossed behind the other, suddenly changing her posture from demure to sexy.

“Come on, Chelsea. You’re a whiskey swigging little tease. You’re a naughty girl who is about to get caught.” Her expressions were so vivid. So full of life. “These are great. Now how about one more with a bit more fire?”

Her eyes rolled. “How do I give you a look of fire? I’m not a model, I don’t know these weird secrets yet.”

I suddenly realized how I could test the waters. It wasn’t professional in the slightest, but it would probably be effective. And I would definitely get a winning shot.

“Chelsea, you realize that you can stop posing, stop me, or slap me at any time, right?”

She looked at me quizzically. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Stepping forward, I slid an arm behind her, tangling my fingers in the back of her hair as I tipped her face up to mine. “Be honest, gorgeous. Do you want me to kiss you hard and make you blush right now?”

Her lovely eyes were wide. Her pupils were huge. Her gasping breath made me need to hear what she sounded like when she shuddered in my arms while I was moving deep inside her. The urge to feel her naked against me was nearly overpowering.

Chelsea’s soft chin nodded up and down slightly.

Instantly gliding my lips against hers in a positively searing kiss, her gasp nearly undid me. The way she pressed her body to mine, her hips immediately moving, her lips parting as she opened herself to me. The electricity between us was overpowering, and I knew in that instant I was going to make her mine. Her tiny moan made my pulse race, needing to hear more.

Although I wanted to stay in that moment forever, I tried to keep my focus. Jumping back, I barked, “Cup higher, look straight at me.”

Her look of utter shock changed to a tantalizing smile of absolute seduction. The shot was stunning. That was the one. And she was the one.

I set my camera down, then took the cup away. Taking her hand in mine, I led her to the long couch under the front windows. It seemed like she was in a daze.

“Chelsea, that last shot is indescribably perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispered automatically.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” My hand cupped her cheek, my thumb running lightly along her jawline. “But it’s almost physically impossible to keep my hands off you. Tell me you feel this pull between us?”

She nodded. It looked like she was barely breathing.

“May I kiss you again?”

She nodded quickly, a shy smile playing across those perfect lips.

This time I kissed her gently. Sweetly. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as we moved against each other. Her hands wrapped around my neck as we slid together.

I’d never kissed a girl like this before. She melted against me in a way that felt like I was already her man. That she wanted me. Although my heart was racing with raw desire, it was also surging with feelings that were too intense for a girl I barely knew.

Yet I did know her. Her sweetness, her clever manner, it was all right there on display for me, and I adored every single part of her.

I couldn’t think, just pulled her into my lap so I could explore her soft, curvy body. My hand ran along her side, and she gasped against my lips. My fingers crept under her shirt to caress her breast, and she moaned softly. Her little noises were driving me insane and I realized that I needed to stop myself.

As I pulled my mouth from hers, she blinked, looking up at me, those sweet light brown eyes hazy with what I hoped was lust. “Chelsea, do you want me to stop?”