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ragged breath, it was almost as if she’d never been naked for him before. “I think this’ll work,” he said, eyeing the pillow arrangement critically. “Go ahead and lie down and we’ll work on pose.”
    She licked her lips and slipped out of her robe, which he took from her. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they tightened—or maybe it was because his gaze automatically went there. “This may very well be the greatest idea I’ve ever had,” he said as she stretched out on the couch.
    She would’ve laughed if she weren’t so damn turned on. Every inch of her body felt incredibly sensitized, and if he’d touched between her legs, he’d have found her slick and swollen. Hell, if he touched between her legs, she’d end up needing to fix her hair again.
    He urged her onto her left side and a little more upright, resting her elbow on the arm of the couch and adding another pillow under it to make her more comfortable. “Put your hand here, like this,” he said, moving her hand so that it was against her cheek. “Can you hold that?”
    “Yeah, it’s fine.”
    As he continued to work, she simply went limp and let him situate her however he wanted. He brought her right leg forward over her left and bent it at the knee so she wasn’t showing everything , then paused in his task to stroke his hand over the curve of her hip. “Damn. That’s hot. This is going to be perfect.”
    “And for your eyes only, right?” she teased.
    He gave her a wry look. “Given that I’d beat the fucking shit out of anyone else who saw you like this, yes.”
    “You’re not going to, like, have it tattooed across your back or anything?”
    “There’s an idea,” he laughed. He moved her right arm so that it lay along her side, not obstructing the view of her breasts. “Are you comfortable? Seriously. It shouldn’t take me long but I’d rather you speak now than have to adjust anything.”
    Without moving anything except her eyes, she looked up at him. “Yes.”
    He stroked her jaw with his index finger. “You’re beautiful. Once you see this you might want to show everyone.”
    “I doubt that!”
    “Tell you what. I’ll do a quick close-up of your face too. Then you can show whoever you want.”
    “Okay. Thanks.”
    He stood back and looked at her from head to toe, giving her a few minor adjustments. Then he dragged his chair over and sat, propping his ankle on his opposite knee and reaching for his large sketchpad. Of course, after that, he moved his chair three times to find just the right angle. All the while she watched him in amusement, falling more in love with him every passing minute if that were possible. He was never satisfied until his work was flawless, and if he needed another hour to make it that way, he would take it.
    “Okay,” he finally announced. “Ready.”
    “You know, you’ve drawn me from memory before. I think you just want to have an excuse to stare at me naked,” she said.
    “There is that,” he agreed, and she giggled when he didn’t dispute the accusation.
    Now came the hard part—remaining still and quiet while he needed total concentration. But that was okay, because it gave her an excuse to look at him and nothing else the entire time he worked. Shirtless, intense, his black hair tousled and his dark blue gaze roving all over her body as his graphite pencil roved the paper…yes, this was the greatest idea he’d ever had. Time crept by, and she became aware of her pulse all over, especially between her thighs, and she squeezed them together trying to assuage the building ache. That felt good though, so she kept doing it. The rhythmic movements only worked to encourage her arousal.
    He took that moment to look up at her over his pad. His eyes followed the curve of her hip, and she felt that gaze so acutely it could’ve been his hands stroking her skin. The damp flesh hidden from his view throbbed and burned. “God, I want you,” she blurted.
    “Baby, you have no idea,”