Curvy (4 page)

R
yan clears his throat
, and I’m shaken out of my trance. Jesus Christ, the pull to him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

His hand grips mine a little tighter before letting go. Once the zing is gone, I bring my fingers to my lips, subconsciously wanting to feel them. I look up to see Flynn watching me, and it’s as if I’m drunk. I’m a little dizzy, feeling really warm, and suddenly have the urge to dance. I want to go up to Flynn and rub my body against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done drugs, but this must be what Ecstasy feels like.

“Shall we begin?” Ryan asks, pulling both my and Flynn’s attention to him.

“Yes,” Flynn answers, and his deep voice seems to vibrate through me.

I feel like I’m sweating all of a sudden, and I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack. This can’t be normal. I’ve never had this instant attraction to someone before, and my body doesn't know what to do about it.

Flynn turns back to me and looks me up and down, and I feel like I might as well be naked for the way his eyes scan me. “On your back. Arms above your head. Hips turned the side.”

A shiver runs down my body, and I swear to God I think I just soaked my panties. I’m going to be keeping these after this shoot today. No doubt about that.

I look up into his dark eyes—they look almost black—and do what he asks. Though his eyes are intense, they’re warm, and strangely, I want to please him. I want to do what he tells me to if it makes him happy. Something inside of me needs to follow his instructions.

As I lie back against the soft comforter and pillows, I stretch my arms up over my head, grabbing the bars of the wrought-iron headboard. I keep my knees together and turn my hips to the side, which accentuates the curve of my ass.

If Flynn were to fuck me in this position, he would get to grab my ass as well as my tits.

Closing my eyes, I try to shake off the thought. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve never even had sex before. How would I know what he would do? Now I’m lying here, thinking about him doing just what I envisioned.

“Perfect,” I hear Flynn whisper close to me.

I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, a red ribbon in his hands. He puts one knee on the bed and looks down at me with such intensity, I wouldn’t be surprised if he crawled on top of me and started rutting.

The thought has me biting my lip to keep from moaning. I’m going to masturbate so hard when I get home.

His giant body shadows mine, and I feel tiny beneath him. I’ve never felt so petite and fragile before. His big hands run up my forearms, and I feel electricity flow through me at his touch. It’s as if my body is coming alive for the first time, and now I don’t know if I can control it.

A soft whine leaves my lips, and I don’t know what I’m begging for.

Leaning in a little more, Flynn runs his hands down my arms. “Shhh. Easy, Cali. I’ve got you.”

I feel an ache between my legs like I’m going to combust if I don’t have some friction there soon. But having his hands on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want him to take them away.

His palms slide up my arms again, and I feel the ribbon move around my wrists. He ties it firmly, but I look up and see the bow he’s made would easily come undone if I pulled.

Once he’s got the ribbon in place, he runs his hands over my forearms one final time before stepping away. I bite my lip to keep another pleading sound from escaping. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to remind myself that we’re not alone.

“Perfect. I’ll take a few from this angle and then we’ll try a few more,” Ryan says, and I hear the camera start to snap.

He takes a few test shots and then guides me through several frames, adjusting me slightly. When I look over to the side and see Flynn standing there, I hear the camera going off like crazy. Ryan must like the shot he’s gotten, but I’m so lost in Flynn’s eyes I have no idea what he’s capturing.

Flynn steps forward, and I hear the camera stop. Our eyes remain locked as he tells me what he wants next.

“I want you from behind.”

I can feel the thick sexual tension rolling between us, and his words make my pussy clench. My breasts ache, and I feel my hard nipples rubbing against the thin lace material. It’s so sheer, he may be able to see them in this bright light. The thought makes me even hotter. Knowing he can see me like this as he puts me in the positions he wants pushes my body closer to the edge. I may just cum if he keeps talking to me like this.

I should be shocked at how I’m responding to him. I don’t even know this guy from a stranger in the street, but dear God, I’ve never felt attraction like this before. The heat between us is burning me alive, and it just might be the sweetest torture ever.

Flynn clears his throat and approaches the bed. “Do you want me to untie you?”

“No,” I’m quick to say, but the word comes out like a moan.

I turn myself over on the bed and lie on my stomach while my hands remain tied. I feel his eyes on my back, and then I hear his knee on the bed again.

“May I touch you?” His words sound pained, like they’re being ripped from him. Meanwhile, my panties are ruined.

“Please,” I say breathily. I’m panting like an animal in heat, and I’m not even ashamed. It’s as if my body has taken over and I’ve thrown my cares to the wind.

I feel his giant hands on my hips as he effortlessly lifts me to my knees. It’s as if I weigh nothing at all, and the feeling of being lifted by him sparks new dirty fantasies. The zing pulses through my body again at his skin on mine, and I close my eyes and lean into him, trying to get more.

After Flynn puts me in position, he steps away, and I ache for him to come back.

He has me sitting up straight with my tied hands gripping the headboard as I look back over my shoulder at the camera. It’s a very sexual pose, so when I look behind me and lock eyes with Flynn, it feels as if he’s making love to me. The heat that passes between us is too much, and I have to close my eyes. If I keep looking at him like this, I’m going to rip this soaked scrap of lace off my crotch and go hump his leg.

Hearing the camera click, I try to focus on the shoot. I move slightly when Ryan needs a certain shot, but otherwise I concentrate on the job and not on the hunk of meat I want to devour like a starved woman.

Maybe after this is over, I can find a way to talk to him. I want his hands on certain areas of my body for an extended period of time, and I need to find a way to make that happen.

“
T
hat’s yours to keep
,” the seamstress says, not even looking up from the items she’s sewing. I was trying to take the bra off, but my hands are still shaking. I stop and take a deep breath, trying to get control of myself. I have no clue what the hell just happened out there.

Worse, I have bitter jealousy shooting through me right now. After Ryan told me we were done, Flynn untied me from the bed and helped me up. I’d edged past him, and I thought he was going to reach out and grab me, but he didn’t. I just slid right by him as Ryan called for another model. Now I’m sure Flynn is out there guiding that model, too. He’s probably tying her to the bed, and I can’t help but wonder if she feels the same things I did as his hands slide across her body.

“Shit!” I curse at my shirt as I try to button it up. I need to get out of here, but my shaky hands aren’t helping.

“Fuck, he’s hot. Is he helping everyone pose?” I hear one of the girls say to another. I look over my shoulder at them. Both blondes. In fact, I’m the only non-blonde here, unless more models are coming in and out, doing different shoots throughout the day.

“He helped pose you, right?” one of the girls asks, and I just nod.

“They wouldn’t let anyone out there when you were up, but it looks like the set has opened back up.”

“I have no clue why they closed it.” I’ve actually never been on a closed set before and was just as curious as the other girls as to why it got closed down. I thought it would be closed for everyone, but I guess not.

“Well, I heard Ryan ask Mr. Long if he was going to pose Cindy, too, so I assumed he posed you. Guess I was right.” She smiles like she’s excited. I don’t blame her, even if I hate her at this moment. I liked having him with me.

“Did you see his hands? If his other parts are even half the size, I’d be a lucky woman to get him into bed.”

I’ve got to get out of here before I lose it. Sometimes I hang around the set after a shoot to see some of the pictures, but no way can I stand around while women go after Flynn like they’re in heat. Not with the way he made me feel moments ago. I liked it. No,
like
is too soft a word for what I was feeling for him.

It was like I came alive the moment he touched my body. There was just something about him. He had this primal hunger, and I’d felt like he was hunting me. This is not normal for me. I’ve been a model for years. I’ve been around some of the most so-called
attractive
men in the world, but I’d never been drawn to them like I was to Flynn.

Some had even asked me out over the years, but I always declined. I didn’t want to get a reputation for being a model who slept around. Sometimes that got you mixed in with the ones who would sleep with you for a job, so I kept my legs closed. I’d never even been tempted before, and I didn’t think it was something that would ever happen. I’d always told myself I’d do romantic relationships when I was no longer modeling, but Flynn made me want to throw all that away.

“Don’t even think about going in there.” Flynn’s voice washes over my skin, and I turn to see his back. He’s standing in the doorway to the dressing room, blocking someone from coming in.

“I have a delivery, man. Move out of the way,” I hear the man being blocked by Flynn say.

I hear someone growl, making everyone turn to look at what’s happening now. Even the seamstress finally pulls her eyes away from what she’s doing.

“Alright, man, then you just take the freaking box,” the guy says, and I hear him scurry down the hallway.

“Did he growl? I totally think I heard him growl,” one of the blondes says.

“That was hot,” another says. Flynn finally starts to turn around, and now I kind of feel like it’s my turn to growl at the women watching him. I turn back around, giving him my back, not wanting to look at him or anyone else as I try to button my stupid blouse.

“Can you give us the room?” I look back over my shoulder to see who he’s talking to, and it’s clear he wants to be alone with me.

The seamstress puts down the bra she’s working on and leaves the room. The two blondes follow suit, but not before one hands him a card. It takes everything in me to keep my face straight, to pretend I don’t want to snatch the stupid card out of his hand, but when both girls finally leave the room, he tosses the card in the little trash can by the door.

“Well, that was rude.” I nod towards the trash can.

“I’m not interested, and I’m already taken,” he says, taking a few steps towards me. I give him my back again, not wanting to look at him. I was happy he tossed the card out, but now I’m pissed he’s taken. I would not be okay with my man, if I had one, touching me like he had when we were out on that bed. And I really don’t want him to see the look on my face right now, so it’s just best to hide it.

“What can I help you with, Mr. Long?” I ask, wanting to get this over with so he can go. I still don’t even have pants on, and this blouse isn’t covering my ass very well.

“I wanted to ask you to go out with me.” I feel his breath on my neck.

I turn around quickly, expecting him to take a step back, but he doesn’t, and I refuse to take one myself. He’s in my space.

“You just said you were taken,” I snap, looking all the way up at him. Jesus, he’s a freaking giant.

“I’m taken if you’ll have me. Dinner?” he pushes, and I feel a little tension lift off my chest at his words.

“You’re single?” I want a clear confirmation.

“For now, I guess I am.” He runs a finger down my breast. I actually think he might be able to get a good handful of me with how big his hands are, and I feel my nipples tighten at the thought. His finger travels down until it meets the silk blouse. He pulls it closed and starts doing up the buttons on it.

“What will it be, Miss Carr?”