Falling for the Photographer - Page 63

A warm glow captivates me at the word, but I reason with myself he’s just being romantic. He’s letting his passion guide his words.

It’s not that he really wants to protect me forever.

Does he?

He kisses me passionately, his hands sinking into my hips in that captivating way of his like there’s nothing else he’d rather touch, nobody else he’d rather kiss. Ever.

I return the pressure, standing on my tiptoes, then giggle through the kiss as he sweeps me off my feet.

He grabs my ass, and I wrap my legs around him, almost telling him to stop. I’m afraid he’ll drop me. But his hands sink deeper, and I can feel how ridiculous that is.

He’d never let me go.

My body starts shifting against him, grinding up and down as he kisses me harder.

Then he stops, placing me down, looking back at the path.

“We need to be careful,” he growls.

“I know.”

Lola.

My man reads me, shaking his head softly. “I don’t want anybody else seeing you like that. So sexy I could roar. Fuck, you’re making me so crazy. I can’t….”

Stop, I fill in silently as we magnetize to each other again.

Our mouths are addicted to each other, the kissing getting even more passionate, even more, difficult to fight.

My hands move over his shoulders, my sex rubbing against my panties and the fabric of my dress.

Everything feels cloying, with far too many clothes in the way.

He steps back again, his hands shaking. “Not here. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Just me.”

“Nobody’s here now,” I whisper, even if I shouldn’t be agreeing with him.

We made a deal—a promise of sorts.

But we also said kissing doesn’t count.

“It’s a public path,” he says. “And if you keep moaning like that when I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop. You’re making me so hard.”

“R-really?” I murmur, hating the stutter.

But it makes sense.

“I’ve never…touched a man before,” I say.

His eyes widen, a feral glint coming into them. “You haven’t?”

I step forward, hoping I seem sassy, not pathetic.

Not shy.

Sassy, confident and sexy.

My hand trembles as I reach out for his crotch, staring at the way his shorts shift around his huge throbbing length.

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