Curvy(7)

I’m almost six foot six, and I’m built like a rugby player. Before I really made a name for myself and people didn’t recognize my face, I was often mistaken for security.

“Cali, I’d like you to meet Flynn Long. He’s going to be telling you how to pose.”

Her mouth forms a perfect little O shape, and that fist around my heart squeezes even tighter. I want her to like what she sees, but I can’t tell what she’s thinking. I just pray she’s okay with an aggressive man because I’m not sure I can give her anything else. Not with how I’m feeling about her.

I reach my hand out in introduction, stepping even closer to the bed. I make sure to keep my eyes locked on her face. With the light beaming down on her from the set, she looks like an angel.

Her hand comes out to grab mine, and a bolt of something shoots through my body. I hear her gasp, and I wonder if she felt it, too. I brush my finger across her wrist and feel her heartbeat pick up. She keeps staring up at me, her eyes still big and the perfect O shape still on her lips.

She’s definitely mine, and I’m never letting this angel go.





Chapter 6





Cali





Ryan clears his throat, and I’m shaken out of my trance. Jesus Christ, the pull to him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

His hand grips mine a little tighter before letting go. Once the zing is gone, I bring my fingers to my lips, subconsciously wanting to feel them. I look up to see Flynn watching me, and it’s as if I’m drunk. I’m a little dizzy, feeling really warm, and suddenly have the urge to dance. I want to go up to Flynn and rub my body against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done drugs, but this must be what Ecstasy feels like.

“Shall we begin?” Ryan asks, pulling both my and Flynn’s attention to him.

“Yes,” Flynn answers, and his deep voice seems to vibrate through me.

I feel like I’m sweating all of a sudden, and I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack. This can’t be normal. I’ve never had this instant attraction to someone before, and my body doesn't know what to do about it.

Flynn turns back to me and looks me up and down, and I feel like I might as well be naked for the way his eyes scan me. “On your back. Arms above your head. Hips turned the side.”

A shiver runs down my body, and I swear to God I think I just soaked my panties. I’m going to be keeping these after this shoot today. No doubt about that.

I look up into his dark eyes—they look almost black—and do what he asks. Though his eyes are intense, they’re warm, and strangely, I want to please him. I want to do what he tells me to if it makes him happy. Something inside of me needs to follow his instructions.

As I lie back against the soft comforter and pillows, I stretch my arms up over my head, grabbing the bars of the wrought-iron headboard. I keep my knees together and turn my hips to the side, which accentuates the curve of my ass.

If Flynn were to f*ck me in this position, he would get to grab my ass as well as my tits.

Closing my eyes, I try to shake off the thought. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve never even had sex before. How would I know what he would do? Now I’m lying here, thinking about him doing just what I envisioned.

“Perfect,” I hear Flynn whisper close to me.

I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, a red ribbon in his hands. He puts one knee on the bed and looks down at me with such intensity, I wouldn’t be surprised if he crawled on top of me and started rutting.

The thought has me biting my lip to keep from moaning. I’m going to masturbate so hard when I get home.

His giant body shadows mine, and I feel tiny beneath him. I’ve never felt so petite and fragile before. His big hands run up my forearms, and I feel electricity flow through me at his touch. It’s as if my body is coming alive for the first time, and now I don’t know if I can control it.

A soft whine leaves my lips, and I don’t know what I’m begging for.

Leaning in a little more, Flynn runs his hands down my arms. “Shhh. Easy, Cali. I’ve got you.”

I feel an ache between my legs like I’m going to combust if I don’t have some friction there soon. But having his hands on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want him to take them away.

His palms slide up my arms again, and I feel the ribbon move around my wrists. He ties it firmly, but I look up and see the bow he’s made would easily come undone if I pulled.

Once he’s got the ribbon in place, he runs his hands over my forearms one final time before stepping away. I bite my lip to keep another pleading sound from escaping. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to remind myself that we’re not alone.

“Perfect. I’ll take a few from this angle and then we’ll try a few more,” Ryan says, and I hear the camera start to snap.

He takes a few test shots and then guides me through several frames, adjusting me slightly. When I look over to the side and see Flynn standing there, I hear the camera going off like crazy. Ryan must like the shot he’s gotten, but I’m so lost in Flynn’s eyes I have no idea what he’s capturing.

Flynn steps forward, and I hear the camera stop. Our eyes remain locked as he tells me what he wants next.

“I want you from behind.”