Page 609 of Summer Heat
His expression hardens. “You don’t want me to see this?”
I shake my head, embarrassed beyond belief.
“I see,” he says before calmly resuming the slow finger-fucking he’d been giving me earlier.
Oh no.
The man is going to torture me.
One step ahead of me, he thwarts my attempt at escape and pins me down with a single brawny forearm against my belly.
“Tell me something, sweetheart,” he says as he begins ruthlessly grinding his palm against my clit. “If you don’t want me to see this very pretty, very naked photo of you on your phone, am I to assume this photo is meant for someone else’s viewing pleasure?”
I gasp. Partly because of what he’s doing, but mostly because of what he’s accusing me of.
“Get off of me,” I growl then, dead freaking seriously.
His dark look is swept away for a moment by a look of surprise.
I wrap the blanket around me and jerk away from him. “I’m not cheating on you, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, pulling me back into his arms. Relief, clear and unfiltered, transforms his features, but not before I see the questions and touch of vulnerability buried in his gaze. “Jesus, Summer, I thought…”
At the throbbing anguish in his voice, my anger dissolves as quickly as it came.
“I took the photo while you were in China.” I blush at the mere memory of the awkward self-photo session. “But I chickened out of sending it to you.”
Leaning back to look into his eyes, I add quietly, “I would never do anything like what you were imagining, Jason. I understand why you’d go there, but from now on, I’d appreciate you giving me the benefit of the doubt.”
He sighs harshly. “Logically, I know you’re not that kind of person. And in my heart, I know that, too. But I swear, in that moment just now, I felt my heart ripping out of my chest and my brain separating from my body.”
His forehead drops to mine. “All I could think about was finding the other guy who might get to see that photo and ripping his goddamn eyes out.”
It takes another few seconds for the tension to slowly ebb out of him. “I’m sorry I accused you of that. I know that’s not you.”
“It’s okay. I admit, it looked bad. The situation, that is. The photo just looked ridiculous.” I should’ve deleted it right away.
I reach for my phone to do just that.
This time, Jason’s the one who leans back to give me an incredulous look. “Are you fucking kidding? That’s the sexiest damn photo I’ve ever seen.” He brings the photo back up on the screen and I bury my face against his chest to hide from the photo I’d taken of myself naked from the waist up on the bed.
Seriously, I look ridiculous. A model, I am not. And, since I failed selfie-photo-taking 101, I’m not looking anywhere near the camera, either.
“Can I have it?” he asks. “Only if you’re comfortable with me having it, of course.”
Well, since he’s already seen the live show... “Okay.”
As if fearing that I may change my mind, Jason quickly takes my phone and does some kind of voodoo phone-touching thing to get the photo transferred to his cell.
Seconds later, it’s done.
“Safer than texting,” he says simply as he thumbs through his screen to find the newly transferred photo.
“Fuck,” he says as he stares at it on his phone. “If I wasn’t worried about every guy I know drooling all over this photo, I’d make this my screensaver.” His gaze goes from the photo to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Summer.”
God, he makes me feel it.
After making sure the photo is backed up on his phone, seemingly in a couple different places, he hovers his thumb over the delete button on my phone. “Are you sure you want it gone for good?”
