“It’s okay.”
Returning my gaze to his chest, I lift my hands from his warm skin and delicately swirl the oil around with my fingertips. I’m living inside a fantasy right now. Then I start patting his chest with my hands like I’m patting a baby’s bottom. Though part of me wants to be doing just about anything but this, I’m also incredibly aroused. I can’t believe I’m touching his chest right now. I’m trying so hard to ignore the sensual visions from his movie that are invading my thoughts.
“I think you need to rub it in,” he says, placing both of his large hands on top of mine, dwarfing them, and rubbing our combined hands in circles on his hard chest, erect nipples, and down his tight, rippling abs. Whether his intention is to help me feel less uncomfortable or to turn me on, I have no idea, but right now my mind is racing with wild and dirty thoughts and my salivary glands are in overdrive. My heart thumps in my ears.
He would be an amazing muse for one of my romance novels. I write scenes like this in my books, but I’ve never experienced one. Holy hell, this is hot. My sex life has been pretty standard, I guess. Okay, kind of boring. And recently, non-existent. But that’s why I write the stories I write. I write about the kind of love that doesn’t exist and the kind of passion people like me only ever read about, dream about, or see in movies. That kind of passion isn’t real. It hasn’t been for me anyway.
I need to get a grip on myself. This sure will feed some fantasies and inspiration though.
“Okay.” Candi’s voice breaks the hot moment. “Let’s do this so we can go party.” She hands me a wet towel.
I wipe my hands on it and offer it to Nicco. Taking the towel, he wipes his. “Thank you for your help.” I don’t know why, but with his playboy reputation, I keep expecting the delivery of his words to be dripping with insincerity, but it’s quite the opposite.
He hands the towel to Roy, one of Candi’s assistants, and Candi starts giving us instructions on where she wants us. She has Nicco stand behind the chair and tells me to sit in it. As soon as I sit, my legs slide out between the two high slits of silky material. I quickly try to figure out a way to drape the material over my legs but it’s not working. The thin pieces of fabric drop between my legs, leaving them exposed.
“No, no,” Candi says. “Leave it like that, it’s perfect.”
I look up at Nicco and see him watching me, expressionless and professional, as I flounder.
“Beautiful. Open your knees a little, Des. Don’t worry, we can’t see anything.” The tequila is definitely kicking in because I do as she says and spread my knees wider. “Okay, I like that, Des. Now I want you to keep looking up at Nicco and lean back in the chair. Rest your left arm on the arm of the chair and your right arm by your side.”
My nerves settle a little more and I do as she instructs. The clicking snaps of her camera echo in my ears.
“Now, Nicco, I want you to come around here to the side of Destiny and squat down. You’re going to look directly into her eyes and I want your hand on her inner thigh. Just delicately rest it there.”
What the hell is Candi doing to me right now?
Nicco places his hand gently on my inner thigh and I flinch a little.
“Is this okay?” he asks my permission which I didn’t expect.
I take a stalled breath. “Yes, it’s okay.”
More snaps from Candi’s camera. Nicco’s gaze holds my eyes captive.
“Slide your hand a little higher for me Nicco. Roy, shift the key light to the left about six inches.”
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Nicco moves his hand higher up my thigh. My chest rises and falls as my breathing speeds up.
“Good, Nicco. A little higher. I want to see desire in your eyes.”
As he glides his hand even farther up my inner thigh, I feel wetness between my legs.
“Yes. Nice.” Click, click.
Without further direction from Candi, he inches just a little higher. My breath hitches in my chest, my knees responsively spread a little more.
“I love this.” Click, click, click. “Okay. Now I want you both standing.”
Nicco breaks our gaze, stands, and reaches out his hand to help me up. Between the adrenaline rush and the tequila, I’m a touch dizzy and lose my balance. He wraps his hands around my waist to steady me and heat blazes through my body.
“Are you okay?” His eyebrows draw together and concern washes his handsome face.
“Yes. I’m okay. Thank you.” Holding onto his muscular arms, I try to slow my breathing and keep my knees from buckling beneath me.
“Let’s move the chair.” Candi motions to Roy and he moves the chair. “I want you standing in front of the mirror.” She approaches us, positioning Nicco and then ushering me into the side of his body. “Nicco, I want your hand around her lower back and Des, I want your hand on Nicco’s chest. Then look at each other.”
We assume our positions and touching his chest again has my blood heating. I can’t believe I’m in his strong arms, staring into his sultry eyes with his lips only inches from mine.
