Meant To Be (The Callahans #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,49
him. We’ve already had sex. He wouldn’t share my photos with any of his friends. That’s just—wrong.
“Yeah, well, eventually I didn’t want those photos anymore. Felt kind of sleazy to have them, you know? Not like I used them for anything.” I make a face when he says that, and he laughs. “I just stashed them in there for safekeeping and never looked at them again. So I deleted them all.”
“No other girl has sent you nudes recently,” I say.
He slowly shakes his head. “Nope.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Baby, they all lost interest in me once Jackson started roaming around campus with his guitar. That guitar gives him major game,” Eli says, and we both laugh.
I’m sure what he says about Jackson is true. I’ve seen the way girls lose their minds over him. The blonde hair, the sparkling blue eyes, and the rock star persona.
But forget Jackson. I want to focus on my boyfriend.
“So how do you want to do this?” I ask Eli. When he frowns, I explain. “Take photos of me.”
“Oh. Well.” He scratches his jaw as he contemplates me. “I don’t want to show your face. That way if anyone does find them, they won’t know who you are.”
“Okay.” I nod, suddenly feeling foolish. This is the craziest suggestion I’ve ever made in my life. Doubt swamps me. “Um, is this a bad idea?”
“No.” He jumps off the bed and comes to me, his hands back on my hips, his gaze locked with mine as he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties. I want to melt. “It’s the fuckin’ best idea we’ve had in a while. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, you really think so?” I ask, my voice faint. Being with him makes me want to do things. Experimental things that I would never try with anyone else, let alone tell anyone I’m doing.
I trust him. I trust him so much, I’m willing to let him take inappropriate photos of me.
Oh my God, that last part sounded like my mother.
“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” he says, his voice soft, lifting his hands away from my hips so he can cup my cheeks. He leans in, dropping a soft kiss on my lips and I close my eyes, wanting more. He gives me exactly what I want, our lips connecting again and again until his tongue sweeps into my mouth, sliding against mine in a slow, seductive glide. I lean into him, a shiver stealing over me when his hands sweep over my waist, over my butt. He moans and breaks the kiss, his fingers impatiently tugging on the hem of my shirt and yanking it up.
I raise my arms and let him take it off of me, so now I’m standing in front of him in just my panties. Nothing else.
His eyes turn darker as he drinks me in. “Pretty,” he murmurs, curling his fingers into fists. Like he’s trying to restrain himself from touching me. “Go lay down on the bed.”
I do as he asks, draping myself across my bed, lying on my stomach. I’m not necessarily wearing thong underwear, but they’re pretty cheeky and before I can say or do anything, he’s already snapping photos. “Hey.” I rise up on my elbows, glaring at him from over my shoulder. “You didn’t even warn me.”
“I think that’s the best time to take a photo, don’t you think?” He grins and takes another one.
I stick my tongue out at him. “What if I want to take photos of you?”
He looks at me over his phone. “You want me to send you dick pics?”
“No!” Why do boys always think that’s what we want to see? Maybe some girls want to but I’m more of a… “I prefer your abs.” I would say his thighs too, because they’re big and muscular and hairy and I have a not so secret thing for them.
“Oh.” He shoves his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and whips off his T-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. “Let’s do this.”
We mess around for at least a half hour, maybe longer. Laughing and taking stupid photos. Serious ones. He makes me roll over on my side so he can capture the way the lacy waistband of my panties stretches across my hip bone. I take a photo while I’m sitting behind him on the bed, my butt propped up on all the pillows so I’m at the perfect angle to