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

by Chelsea Curto

“If you insist, sweetheart,” he says lowly, and oh, I kind of like it when he calls me that. His fingers fold around my wrist and his tongue sneaks out of his mouth, running up the length of my finger. His lips close over the tip, over the purple nail polish I painted on last night, and he sucks the topping right off. I did not think this through. It wasn’t meant to be erotic and sexy, foreplay to an activity we’ll never partake in because we’re friends, but that’s what it feels like this is. His eyes pin me with a heated gaze. His tongue licks over my knuckles and he hums, a satisfied rumble from the back of his throat. The sound vibrates against my skin, and my breathing hitches. I haven’t been with a man in months, too busy with work and wanting to spend my evenings in the bathtub with a glass of wine and a trashy reality show instead of making idle conversation with someone who doesn’t know what an erogenous zone is. If this is what I’ve been missing, though, I need to get back in the game. Nothing has felt this good in a long time. I almost moan when Shawn’s teeth drag up my finger and leave little bite marks on my skin. He can tell, the asshole, because he smirks. “Delicious,” he says. It’s barely more than a rasp, and I feel the three syllables down to my toes. I wonder how they would feel against my neck and the hollow of my throat. Between my legs. A