Come Away With Me(23)

It’s an erotic, intimate photo, and one of my favorites.

Luke turns in a circle, taking in all of the art on my walls; some of women or men in provocative poses, most of couples in different sexual positions.

Finally his eyes find mine.

“This is what I do.” I whisper.

“Natalie,” he swallows and looks at my favorite photo again. “This is incredible.”

“Really?”

He nods, his eyes wide. “Yeah, it’s amazing. Sexy as hell. How did you get into this?”

I can’t stop the smile on my face. “In college. Girls wanted me to take boudoir photos of them for their boyfriends, so I set up a makeshift studio in my apartment and started the business there.”

“And the couples?”

“That sort of evolved. Most of them are return customers, the boyfriends or husbands loved the photos of their girls, and they wanted intimate photos of them as a couple.”

“It’s not porn.” I just want that clarified, and watch his face.

He frowns. “Baby, this is art. It’s definitely not porn.”

I smile, relieved. “There’s a bedroom that I use to store props and furniture in for various shoots, and I use the kitchen to store refreshments for the clients.

Sometimes the girls like to have photos taken in there too. It’s fun.”

He walks over to me, cups my cheek in his palm and kisses me softly.

“You’re amazingly talented.”

Wow.

“Thank you. And for the record, I don’t ever have sex in here. Ever.” His eyes dance with mischief.

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, it’s a fact.”

“Why?”

“Because these aren’t my memories.

They’re my client’s.”

“So, you don’t bring men in here?”

“Just you, handsome.” I smile shyly.

“Good to know.”

“Actually,” I continue, looking him square in his bright blue eyes. “I’ve never invited a man to my home before.”

His eyes widen and he inhales deeply. “Your bed?”

“Just me.”

“That’s about to change.” He grasps my hand and pulls me out of the studio, slamming the door behind us, leading me back into the house.

“Where is your bedroom?”





Chapter Seven


Holy Hell, he’s a man on a mission.

Luke is dragging me through the house, breathing hard, his eyes feral.

“Your bedroom?” he repeats, and I point up the stairs, unable to articulate words.

I don’t remember my own name! And he hasn’t even touched me.

Wow.

As he pulls me up the stairs, I get a great view of his tight ass, and my stomach clenches.

“To the right,” I finally find my voice and he pulls me into my bedroom, shuts and locks the door, and pulls me to him.

There’s still plenty of light coming in the windows off the blue waters of the sound, and for just a moment I stand with his arms around my waist, my hands on his broad shoulders, and drink in the sight of his beautiful face.

“You’re so handsome,” I whisper.

He grins at me and leans down to nuzzle my neck, gently walking me backward to the bed. Thank God I made it this morning!

I’m expecting him to push me back onto the bed, but instead he steps back from me, not touching me at all, and his burning eyes run up and down my body, finally landing on my own eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” What?

“Are you having doubts?”

“Hell, no, I just want to make sure this is what you want, baby. If you say no, that’s fine, but please, God, don’t say no.”

Oh wow. He’s giving me control, and I don’t know if it’s because of what I told him in the car, or if he’s just being chivalrous, and frankly, I don’t care.

This is my choice.

He is my choice.

Staring him square in the eye, I say with a surprisingly sure voice, “Luke, please get us naked and make love to me.”

He smiles, that huge, heart-stopping smile and whips his t-shirt over his head.

Whoa!

He’s all lean muscle and broad shoulders. His stomach is sculpted, with those incredibly sexy lines that run down the hips and to his cock. His arms are muscular… he’s just so… strong.