Caught on Camera (Love Through a Lens, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

He sets me down on the mattress and takes a step back. I’m completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on, and there’s a moment of self-consciousness. A second where I feel like this is entirely one-sided and he doesn’t want me like I want him. I cover my chest with my hands and Shawn shakes his head. “Don’t do that,” he says, and he pulls his shirt over his head. “Don’t hide, Lacey girl. Not from me.” The endearment lodges itself between my breasts. Behind my ribs, dangerously close to my heart, because I’m his girl. At least for the next few weeks. I stare at him as he undresses, and god, Shawn is a devastating man. The tattoos that go down his left arm span across his chest, too, right over his pectoral muscle. There’s an array of colors and shapes and designs, and I want to learn what each one means. His body doesn’t seem real but something an artist created. Sharp lines. Powerful muscles. Tan skin. A dusting of dark hair that trails down his stomach. I stop breathing when he pulls off his sweatpants and lets them fall to the floor. He’s not wearing any underwear, and seeing him naked makes my mouth go dry. His cock hangs thick and heavy between his legs and I watch his fingers fold around his length as he gives himself a tug. I don’t know where to look; it’s hard to focus on one spot when there’s so much I want to see. My eyes drag back to Shawn’s, and he’s watching me with heat behind his gaze. “I’ll never hide from you,” I say. I hold out my hand and he t...