Intimate by Kate Douglas

throat, her gaze locked with Jake’s. Time stopped—a heartbeat, a year—and Kaz slowly turned her head away, slipped into another pose.
    One where she wasn’t looking into those darkly curious eyes.

 
    CHAPTER 6
    A moment later it happened again. This time, his startled reaction when the back of his hand brushed her aroused nipple barely concealed beneath the silk scarf, Kaz had a feeling he’d just made the same connection she had—that she was practically naked and he’d been touching her intimately all morning long.
    They’d sure named this jewelry right. Intimate. She and Jake had been intimate for hours, and they still had hours to go. She took a deep breath and scrambled her thoughts. She had to think about something, anything but the man behind the lens.
    The man whose gentle fingers were carefully adjusting the drape of gold chains beneath her breasts.
    She snapped up the first nonsexual thought that came to mind.
    Jilly.
    She hadn’t started modeling until after her baby sister died. What would Jilly think of her big sister now? Jilly would love Jake and his wonderful sense of humor. She’d probably make typical little kid gagging noises over the nitty-gritty aspects of modeling, though she would jump all over the chance to wear fancy jewelry or fashionable clothes.
    Jilly had epitomized “girly-girl,” and she would have had a true appreciation for a smart, handsome, funny guy like Jake.
    Except Jilly would never know him.
    She glanced at Jake, focusing on the good times with Jilly, smiling into the lens and probably ruining the shot.
    â€œI like that smile,” he said.
    She breathed a soft sigh as he kept snapping pictures. Relaxing further, she continued the slow but steady movements that would give him more choices, more angles with the jewelry.
    Then Jake’s voice gently interrupted her thoughts. He’d been leaving the poses up to Kaz, but his words weren’t at all jarring or intrusive. Instead, they heightened the connection, the sense that she was seducing the man behind the camera. Seducing him, and he didn’t even know it.
    â€œBrush your fingers over your right breast. Just the fingertips. Yeah. That’s it.” His whispered instructions reminded her of her yoga instructor’s words as he led them into meditation, soft enough to let her stay within her own little world yet directing her thoughts all the same. She did as Jake requested, brushing her fingers across her breast, trailing them down the chain, circling her navel.
    â€œThe gold is warm from the heat of your body. From the sun. What does it make you think? What would you like your lover to do with those chains?”
    His soft words had her concentrating on the sensual feel of the metal, imagining the source of the slight tension when she tugged on the chains and stimulated her nipples was Jake. He was pulling the chains, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She’d been holding the sound of the creek in her mind, but now she imagined the sensual rhythm of the music they’d listened to last night. It helped her find the rhythm she needed to create the dark and edgy, yet sensual look Jake wanted.
    Unfortunately, it was much too easy to think of this job in sensual terms, and once again she was back there, remembering last night. Remembering the way it felt when Jake teased the ring on her clit with his tongue, when he’d filled her with those beautiful, long fingers of his.
    She wanted more of him. She wanted to feel his body covering hers, wanted the stretch and sting of his cock thrusting deep, filling her. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and never had there been a partner as attractive, as much fun, as Jake. Or as sexy.
    She really should tell Wilhelm that he was right. That yes, the tiny ring in her clit definitely increased sexual pleasure, but the thought of going back to the big, burly tattoo artist and piercing