Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(19)

“Great kitchen.” He winks down at me.

“Yes,” I reply and he chuckles. “But I don’t cook much. Jules does a lot of the cooking.”

“I’d love to cook for you here.” His gaze is bright.

“I’d like that.” I feel my cheeks heat.

“Okay, let’s go out to the studio, then I’ll show you around upstairs.”

“Out?”

“Yeah, I converted the guest house into a studio. It’s my favorite part of the house. Come on.”

I lead him out the sliding glass doors, across the back yard to the studio. I pause at the door and look up at him speculatively.

“What is it?” he asks, curiosity written across his face.

“Don’t freak out on me, okay?”

“Why would I freak out?”

“Well, I told you I don’t do traditional portraiture.” I bite my lip.

“Baby, after our conversation earlier, and the way I feel about you right now, I guarantee I will not freak out.”

I watch his face, and see that he means it and turn to unlock the door.

Here goes nothing.

I walk in ahead of him and put my bag on the floor. I switch on the lights and Luke follows me inside. He stops just inside the threshold; his jaw dropped, his eyes wide, taking in my studio.

I turn and look with him. There is a king sized bed in one corner with white sheets draped over the canopy, ready for tomorrow’s session. There are more floor to ceiling windows – perfect lighting! – across the room. I have racks of lingerie, corsets, boas, shoes, and other props. But what he seems to be focused on are the canvass photos hanging around the room.

He walks over to one and gazes at the couple in the throes of passion. It’s in black and white; a side view of a couple laying on my king sized bed, the man is on top, braced over her, his mouth on her br eas t. Her head is thrown back, her mouth open, her leg wrapped around his hip and her foot resting on the back of his thigh.

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!