Intimate by Kate Douglas Page A

specialist, admitting to him just how right he’d been, made her blush.
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    Damn. She was so fucking perfect. The whispered suggestions he’d given her had upped the sensual feel of the pictures, as if she’d taken his instructions and internalized them. Jake focused once again, catching the line of her jaw, the curve of her breast and the taut nipple pierced with a ring of yellow gold set with blue tanzanite.
    A dark rose spread over her honey-colored skin. Jake snapped a few quick shots, pointed the lens down, and laughed out loud. “Okay,” he said. “What are you thinking?”
    Blinking, she stared at him as if he’d hauled her out of a daydream. “Thinking? Why?”
    â€œBecause you just blushed the most delicious shade of rose. It’s going to give the pictures an entirely new feel. I love it. So spill. What was going through that devious brain of yours? I want to know so I can get it back.”
    She blushed even darker, the deep rose creeping over her skin and across her breasts. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was sexually aroused, but she seemed much too professional to let her mind go that far away from the job at hand. Even so, he remembered that color from last night.
    â€œThat’s even better,” he said, and he took more shots.
    Kaz dipped her head. She pulled her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, until everything he wanted pictures of was completely hidden.
    Then she totally shocked him. “Actually, I was thinking of last night.” She raised her head, and the intensity of her gaze had him hard in an instant.
    He’d been thinking of last night since … well, since last night. He lowered the camera. “You were?”
    She nodded, and sat up a little straighter.
    â€œWhat were you thinking?”
    Kaz shrugged, and he clutched the camera to keep his hands to himself. The scarf had fallen away from her breasts; her nipples were flushed from the changes in jewelry and from the warmth of the sunlight spilling over the meadow.
    And maybe from memories? If she felt anything like he did, her mind didn’t need to be engaged for her body to recall sensation. To recall and react.
    He was certainly reacting. “You can’t stop there,” he said, fully aware his voice had gone deeper, huskier. “It’s not fair to leave me hanging.”
    She tilted her head and smiled at him, but her cheeks were still rosy. “I was thinking that Wilhelm was right. The little ring on my clit really does enhance sexual pleasure.”
    â€œReally?” He set the camera down. It had connected them all morning, but it had shielded them as well. Now that shield was gone. Without the lens between them, it was Kaz and Jake, and the connection between them felt as intimate now as it had in that hotel room last night.
    He focused on her lips. Was she remembering when he’d slipped the tip of his tongue into the ring in her clit? That was something he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. He’d never been so turned on in his life as when he’d tugged at that tiny silver ring oh so gently with his tongue.
    He was never again going to find anything as sexy as that ring. He’d nibbled and nipped, but the ring gave him a focus, something quite literally to hang on to. Her reactions had been so sensual, so deeply erotic that he couldn’t even think of her now without getting hard.
    Hell, had there been a time since he’d met her that he hadn’t been aroused? “What did it feel like?” He went down on one knee in front of her, putting himself at eye level. “I’ve never been with a woman before who was pierced the way you are. I was so afraid of hurting you.”
    â€œOh, God.” Laughing, Kaz covered her eyes with her hand and looked down. “It was amazing. Sparks of sensation. I can’t even explain it, but somehow, when