I sat down in the center as he fiddled with things. “Already I’m liking this better. Your skin looks luminescent and that green against the light brown of the couch does wonders for the contrast and tones on that fabric.”
I watched as he went back and got his handheld camera. Killian preferred to hold the camera in his hand when he shot. A lot of photographers chose to use a tripod of sorts when they shot because it reduced the possibility of movement blurring the image.
“Can you do a few poses?” He ducked his head behind the lens.
Feeling bold, I undid the robe and artfully laid it over one side of the couch. If it was caught in the picture, the buyer would see there was a robe to purchase too. I turned to the side making sure my torso was on full display giving a good view of the tatas, but also lifted my hip up. The camera clicked. I pulled at the side slit of the teddy until it opened all the way up to my hip where the panties could be seen.
“Perfect. Pull up a little more on the nightie and we’ll be able to see the edge of the panties as well as that ass I’d like to take a bite out of.”
My mouth dropped open in shock and he snapped like wild.
“Christ,” he swore, and I smiled as he adjusted his jeans at the crotch. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was definitely heat rising alongside something else. My heart pounded and I changed position, getting on both knees on the fluffy surface and facing him dead-on. I lifted my hands into my hair, let my mouth fall open in a sultry inhale move I’d been taught by a few pros when I first started, closed my eyes, and twisted my arms in a way that my scars would not show.
The camera spang to life.
I waited a moment, opened my eyes, and tugged on the lace between my breasts, letting the two sides of the teddy’s thin shoulder straps fall delicately along my outer arms as though I was getting ready to remove it.
More clicks.
I got into the music and the more moody and far more comfortable location to the point where I ended up lying down on the couch, my hair spread all over the seat cushion while Killian stood above me, straddling my form. I’d pulled the teddy up to bare my stomach with one hand so you could see the entirety of the lace and satin panties. There I hooked one edge of the side at the hip with my thumb and tugged it down just enough to make it look like I was getting ready to remove them. Hoping the image would portray a woman rocking amazing lingerie who was ready to be made love to.
“Fuckin’ hell. I should be paying you to take these photos. Fuck me running. This is so much better than taking pictures of the battles overseas.” He snapped a few more then looked at the screen intently.
“That would be really hard to do, don’t you think?” I winked at the camera playfully when in reality I was absolutely winking at Killian.
“What would?” he asked.
I grinned and he snapped a photo.
“Fucking while running. I mean, you’d have to carry me, though I imagine the bouncing would be pretty spectacular.” I cocked an eyebrow.
His entire body went still. “Are you trying to make this hard on me?” He narrowed his gaze.
“Hard?” I snickered and bit down on my bottom lip as I blatantly stared at what I knew was a pretty hard package behind that denim. His eyes heated and I couldn’t help but squirm under the direct punch of desire pounding off him in waves.
He was turning me on.
This shoot was making me hot and bothered.
I was connecting with this man on a visceral and emotional level and I hadn’t even tasted his kiss yet. It was mind-boggling, the chemistry and heat between us.
“Addy, I’m holding on by a thread here. I’m doing my best to be professional when everything in me wants to lay right on top of you and work that insane body of yours until you’re hoarse from screaming my name in nothing but sheer pleasure. Then I want to do it over and over again.”
I licked my lips as his blunt words rolled through me making my nipples harden and arousal flood my system. He followed the movement of my