Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,50

on her face. He hated the comparison to that misogynistic bastard, but he shook his head calmly. ‘I want to look at you. See you. As you are. Not my interpretation of you. Just you. In all your amazing, curvy glory. I want to show you.’

Sadie could feel herself blushing beneath the intensity of his gaze, the copper flecks glowing in the firelight.

Could she just be her?

‘You’re beautiful, Sadie. Let me show you.’

Sadie swallowed. His request whispered to her on the still night air and oozed into all those places that had ever harboured doubts about her body. She could feel the chains of Leo’s conditioning loosen.

Could Kent be right?

Was this Sadie Bliss, the real one, beautiful?

She looked down as she slowly let go of the shirt, her hand falling in her lap, the edges parting slightly. The chill had started to encroach as the fire dwindled and it stroked cool fingers over the hint of exposed cleavage.

Kent exhaled slowly as he caught a glimpse of creamy flesh. His erection made an instant resurgence but he didn’t say a word, just put the camera back to his face and started snapping again. She didn’t move for a while, her hair falling forward masking her face, and he didn’t ask her to, just snapped away, being patient, waiting for her to make the first move.

Sadie glanced up at him through her hair, the constant click and whirr of the camera loud between them. She rolled her shoulders back a little, exposing more of her chest, her nipples beading despite still being covered. She looked at the lens more directly.

‘I better not see any of these on the Internet,’ she joked.

Kent smiled as he clicked. ‘That’s the beauty of the delete button.’

Sadie pushed her hair back behind her ear, the shirt lifted and opened some more.

‘Lay back a little,’ Kent murmured, his voice husky as his erection surged against the confines of his jeans.

Sadie felt his words go right to her pelvic floor. She waited a beat before complying. Placing her palms flat on the groundsheet behind her, automatically thrusting her chest outwards. She heard the snap, snap, snap and dared a little further, shaking her hair as she fell back onto her bent elbows.

‘Like this?’ she asked. The shirt gaped open covering only the tips of her breasts now.

Kent swallowed. ‘Fabulous,’ he croaked.

Sadie bent both her knees up and tipped her head back, shrugging her shoulders as she did so, rippling the shirt right off her breasts, fully exposing them. Her nipples were painfully tight from cold and the illicitness of their nature shoot.

‘This okay?’ she murmured, shutting her eyes as the warmth from the fire heated one side of her body.

Kent dropped the camera from his face momentarily. She looked as if she were moon-baking, her face raised to the heavens in silent supplication. ‘Perfect,’ he murmured, the camera forgotten as he drank in the creamy palate of skin bathed in a yellow glow.

Sadie lifted her head and looked at him, at the heat in his gaze. She felt suddenly liberated baring her all to him. Flaunting her body instead of trying to de-emphasise it.

Thankful more than he’d ever probably know that he’d rescued her from a mindset that had held her prisoner too long.

She parted her lips and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. Her heart beat a little faster as she let the leg closest to the fire flop to the side, the movement shifting deliciously through her torso. ‘What about this?’ Her underwear was laid bare to him and she watched as his gaze dropped to check it out.

Kent swallowed as she lay almost completely exposed to his view. The diamanté decorating her pink thong winked at him as his gaze fanned upwards, over the gentle rise of her belly, up to the swell of her breasts, the nipples standing hard and proud beneath his gaze.

She looked so damn perfect he wanted to eat things off her.

Twisties. He wanted to eat Twisties off her.

He ignored the direct order coming from his pants to cease and desist with the camera already and get down to business. Sadie was looking at him with power in her gaze, with pride, and he was determined to give her this moment. He picked up the camera and snapped away again, recording every delectable dip and curve.

‘You should never hide any of this, Sadie. You’re glorious. You should be proud of it. Embrace it.’

Sadie was officially turned on knowing he was watching her