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

by Chelsea Curto

I turn around so my back is almost flush against his chest. His fingers dance across my shoulders and down my spine. He presses his lips to the base of my neck, and I shiver from the heat of his mouth. “Thank you for helping me,” I whisper. “It’s my pleasure.” “I’m thanking you for a lot of things tonight.” “They’re things I want to do,” he answers, and his words are sin on my bare skin. “Things I like to do.” He tugs on the zipper of the gown and drags it up my spine. It’s torturous, almost, how slow he goes. “Going to take care of you, remember?” “Yeah.” I nod and rest my head in the crook of his neck. “I remember.” “You look like a goddess,” he says in my ear, and his teeth nip at my shoulder. “You make me want to lose control.” “You can, if you want.” I close my eyes and arch my back. “I’d let you.” “It would make this more than one time between us.” “Yeah, but we’ve kissed since then. We can be friends who kiss.” I take his hand in mine and trail his touch down my neck. I settle his palm at the top of my chest, and his fingers fan out across my breast. He makes a strangled sound from the back of his throat, and my lips curl into a smile. “Friends who fuck.” I roll my hips and feel him hard