wasn’t used to it. He was only buttering her up, right?
“Thanks,” she said, grinning, starting to walk along the shore while the waves reached toward her, then pulled back with a hiss of foam on sand.
“You don’t believe me,” he said.
It was time for levity again. “Maybe I would if you’d tell me the exact circumstances under which you’ve seen me before, Callum....”
“Your persistence is entertaining.”
“Hey, that’s what I do for a living. Entertain people. Have them watch my every televised move.”
The air seemed to grow sultrier at her comment. Was it because he didn’t respond right away? Or was it because she liked the thought of being watched by him, entertaining him even now as delicious tingles gnawed at her?
It was as if he could read her mind. “What does it feel like?” he asked. “Being in front of the camera, never knowing who’s watching?”
“Good question.” She came to a stop, allowing the breeze to keep playing with her short hem, hoping he was getting a rise out of the subtle, flirty motion. The extended verbal foreplay was getting to her, and she wondered if there’d ever be more than just this.
But she was also mulling over his question. What was it like to be in front of the camera? She’d never really thought about it that much, but in this moment, she realized that she’d always wanted to be looked at. And now that she had a new body, new confidence, it was fun. Thrilling.
“I guess I get an adrenaline rush being on TV,” she said softly.
“What exactly do you like about it?”
They were clearly gearing up for part two of the game they’d begun last night, testing the line that separated get-to-know-you politeness and...well, the sort of things you’d only do behind a closed door. He obviously wanted more than the taste of honey she’d been teasing him with while she’d eaten dinner and he’d watched.
And she wanted it, too. That was why she’d come here again. That was why she allowed her sweater to gape open, showing a bit more of her dress as she turned toward the mansion on the cliff.
Her pulse kicked, the oxygen thin in her lungs, making her voice breathy. “I’ve never told anyone this before.”
“You can tell me.”
What was it about him that made her expose a different side of herself?
“I like knowing that whoever is watching me on TV turned the channel so they could see me and what I do in the kitchen,” she said. “I like that they want to watch.” She took a step toward the mansion—just the first of hopefully many more. “I like wondering what they’re thinking as they watch me.”
Her heartbeat accelerated as she waited for his response.
When it came, his tone was rough. “What am I thinking right now?”
“You tell me.”
“I’m sure you already know. You came back to this mansion tonight knowing.”
Bolder and bolder. And with each passing second, throbs of hot blood took her over—in her chest, her belly, her clit.
Here it went.
“I think,” she said, “that you liked the little show I put on for you with the food last night, and now you’re watching how the wind is playing with my dress. You’re wondering if I’m just a tease and I’m going to give you only a peek of leg before I reach down and smooth the material over my thighs so you don’t catch an accidental look at what’s underneath my skirt.”
Even as she said it, the breeze was getting the best of the cotton, making it inch up. She fought the good-girl instinct to push the skirt down.
He spoke. “You’re right. But I’m also hoping...”
“What?”
“That the wind is going to help me out and lift that skirt higher, even if you don’t.”
Ba-boom. His blunt words hit her with the force of a pounding wave, making her stomach swirl and her clit ache.
The decent Leigh—the one who’d grown up obeying all the rules and never coloring out of the lines—would’ve bolted now that she had nothing more to fulfill for the basket
“Thanks,” she said, grinning, starting to walk along the shore while the waves reached toward her, then pulled back with a hiss of foam on sand.
“You don’t believe me,” he said.
It was time for levity again. “Maybe I would if you’d tell me the exact circumstances under which you’ve seen me before, Callum....”
“Your persistence is entertaining.”
“Hey, that’s what I do for a living. Entertain people. Have them watch my every televised move.”
The air seemed to grow sultrier at her comment. Was it because he didn’t respond right away? Or was it because she liked the thought of being watched by him, entertaining him even now as delicious tingles gnawed at her?
It was as if he could read her mind. “What does it feel like?” he asked. “Being in front of the camera, never knowing who’s watching?”
“Good question.” She came to a stop, allowing the breeze to keep playing with her short hem, hoping he was getting a rise out of the subtle, flirty motion. The extended verbal foreplay was getting to her, and she wondered if there’d ever be more than just this.
But she was also mulling over his question. What was it like to be in front of the camera? She’d never really thought about it that much, but in this moment, she realized that she’d always wanted to be looked at. And now that she had a new body, new confidence, it was fun. Thrilling.
“I guess I get an adrenaline rush being on TV,” she said softly.
“What exactly do you like about it?”
They were clearly gearing up for part two of the game they’d begun last night, testing the line that separated get-to-know-you politeness and...well, the sort of things you’d only do behind a closed door. He obviously wanted more than the taste of honey she’d been teasing him with while she’d eaten dinner and he’d watched.
And she wanted it, too. That was why she’d come here again. That was why she allowed her sweater to gape open, showing a bit more of her dress as she turned toward the mansion on the cliff.
Her pulse kicked, the oxygen thin in her lungs, making her voice breathy. “I’ve never told anyone this before.”
“You can tell me.”
What was it about him that made her expose a different side of herself?
“I like knowing that whoever is watching me on TV turned the channel so they could see me and what I do in the kitchen,” she said. “I like that they want to watch.” She took a step toward the mansion—just the first of hopefully many more. “I like wondering what they’re thinking as they watch me.”
Her heartbeat accelerated as she waited for his response.
When it came, his tone was rough. “What am I thinking right now?”
“You tell me.”
“I’m sure you already know. You came back to this mansion tonight knowing.”
Bolder and bolder. And with each passing second, throbs of hot blood took her over—in her chest, her belly, her clit.
Here it went.
“I think,” she said, “that you liked the little show I put on for you with the food last night, and now you’re watching how the wind is playing with my dress. You’re wondering if I’m just a tease and I’m going to give you only a peek of leg before I reach down and smooth the material over my thighs so you don’t catch an accidental look at what’s underneath my skirt.”
Even as she said it, the breeze was getting the best of the cotton, making it inch up. She fought the good-girl instinct to push the skirt down.
He spoke. “You’re right. But I’m also hoping...”
“What?”
“That the wind is going to help me out and lift that skirt higher, even if you don’t.”
Ba-boom. His blunt words hit her with the force of a pounding wave, making her stomach swirl and her clit ache.
The decent Leigh—the one who’d grown up obeying all the rules and never coloring out of the lines—would’ve bolted now that she had nothing more to fulfill for the basket
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