Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,53

into love, and they swore they wouldn't. She'd spent the majority of her life afraid, keeping others at a distance because the thought of falling in love, of trusting someone that deeply, was an incapability. It wasn't even until recently she understood why.

No more responsible for her past than Noah was for his, she swallowed hard and pushed the last of the panic away. Noah had her trust. She'd done things with him she'd never allowed with other lovers. If she were to even try a committed relationship on for size, it should be with someone like him. No one was shoving them down the aisle or saying anything about forever.

That had been her issue all along, because what man wanted a woman who would only accept him into her body on her terms? You couldn't build a marriage, a life, on those relationships. Somewhere along the way, she gave up on the hope for normal and accepted her lonely fate. It hadn't even crossed her mind enough to upset her, to think twice.

Until now. Noah wasn't them, and she had the suspicion he was silently begging her for everything she had, even if he wasn't yet aware. His touch, the kind words, the endearing way he looked at her, all bespoke of what he wanted. And he wanted her.

At this point, what could it hurt to try? Lines had been crossed. Feelings were involved. Except she didn't know how to voice her emotions. She straightened. But, because of Noah, she did know how to express them. When they made love, she could tell he was pushing for a little more every time. She'd give him that more.

And she knew exactly how to get started.

Determined, she walked into his office and grabbed his camera off the desk and made her way into the bedroom to set it on the bed. Stripping, she made a trail of breadcrumbs in the form of clothing from the door to the bedroom. She turned off all the lights and set the fireplace kindling. Then, taking the comforter from the bed, she wrapped it loosely around her body, exposing her back and bunching it in her fingers at her chest. She stood by the wall of windows, facing the extraordinary view, and waited, knowing he'd be up soon.

He didn't disappoint. The suite door opened and closed, followed by a pause in his footsteps. A groan emitted from down the hall and she grinned.

"Raven?"

She didn't answer, but his footsteps drew closer, stopping periodically as if picking up her clothes along the way.

"Baby, I hope to hell you're still awake."

He stepped in the room and drew up short, surveying first her and then the camera she'd left waiting for him. Recognition dawned in his eyes. "Fuck, Raven. Do you mean it?"

Since he seemed hesitant to move, she looked at him coyly over her shoulder. "Go ahead, Noah. Take some pictures and then take me."

He drew in a harsh breath, hand drifting to the bulge behind his zipper. "Don't move."

Facing the window again, she grinned.

Several clicks filled the room before his rough voice cut the quiet. "Turn your head. Yes, that's it." He moved around the room. "I'm so goddamn hard, baby."

"I'm so damn wet." And she was. Her sex ached and her folds were drenched with this new foreplay. "You're wearing too many clothes."

He groaned painfully. "No. I take them off and the camera's a distant memory. I want you on film, knowing no one else will see you like this. Mine. Just for me."

Her lids drifted shut as a tremor coursed through her. "I want to see your reaction, Noah. Strip and I'll drop the blanket."

Cursing, he shed his clothes while she turned to watch. His thick erection sprung up to his naval, swelling under her gaze, and she realized how badly she wanted to take him in her mouth. She'd only tried oral with a couple of other partners, and always while they were tied down. What would it feel like having his hands thread her hair while she pleasured him?

As if reading her thoughts, the smooth, corded muscles of his body tensed and shifted as he moved. He gripped his cock and stroked, camera ready in the other hand.

"I'm taking you in my mouth when you're done."

His hand stopped. So did his breathing.

She walked to the bed and sat at the edge, still clutching the comforter to her chest.

His eyes tracked her movement. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, clearing