“Not quite, but good start.” She had an image in her head, and she knew he was capable of pulling it off. But it wouldn’t be easy to describe. She knelt in front of him. “Don’t fall.”
“Why would I—whoa.”
She trailed a hand down his left leg, pushing until it was almost straight behind him. His muscle was taut under her grip, and when she pulled away, she did so with reluctance.
She shifted to crouch behind him and nestled her chin on his shoulder. His familiar scent taunted her as she glided her hand along his arm. Her chest molded against his back as she finished posing him.
“I can think of someplace else for that other hand, if you want.” His voice was low and deep.
Her laugh faded into a sigh when he grabbed her free wrist and tugged it over his shoulder.
He kissed along the inside of her wrist, his mouth soft and undemanding. His breath tickled her senses. “If I’d known you were going to twist me into so many angles, I might have negotiated to do the same in return before I agreed to this.”
“This was your idea.” It took all her willpower to extract herself and stand. It wasn’t the kind of pose she wanted him to have to hold for long. “But you should have negotiated. I would have agreed.”
“Oh.” His disappointed groan mingled with a wounded laugh. “Now you tell me.”
She winked before she took more pictures. “Something to keep in mind next time.” This was too easy with him, and she didn’t mind a bit.
The evening light vanished, and they had to pull a lantern from the back of his truck to keep working. That was fine with Riley. She used the new lighting to grab shadow effects that would make for fantastic references.
A breeze swept over her, and she shivered. She glanced at her phone. “Holy shit. It’s after nine.”
Zane climbed to his feet and stretched his arms above his head, elongating every muscle in his torso. “I think I owe you dinner.”
She strolled toward the truck, saying over her shoulder, “You did me the favor. Doesn’t that make it my treat?”
“Not sure I follow your logic.”
“All right. Whatever.”
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward him. “You’re sure you got everything you need?” His breath brushed the outside of her ear.
“Everything art-related,” she said. His warmth flooded her, his scent summoning the images that had taunted her off and on since he’d picked her up.
He pressed his entire frame against hers, nudging her back a step but not letting go. “Promise me you’ll do something with it.”
“Of course.”
“Soon. Like actualsoon. Not like a generic thing you keep putting off one more day.”
“I promise.” She probably would have promised him anything just then, with the power in his grip and his genuine interest in her work. The heat between them called to a growing need between her legs.
“Good girl.” He smirked and spun, twirling them both so her back was to the side of the truck.
She squealed in surprise. Her laughter caught in her throat when she realized how serious his expression was.
He dipped his head and ran his lips up her neck, barely brushing the skin. “Since you think you owe me something, can I call in a favor besides dinner, for being a good sport?”
She sighed and tilted her head back, sinking into the feather-light kisses. “It was your idea.”
“So you’re not grateful?” His hurt tone was disrupted by the tease running underneath.
“I’m incredibly grateful.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, rubbing against him. “Name your price.”
He let go of her wrists without warning, moving to tangle one hand in her hair. He tugged her head back and grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin of her throat.
She whimpered at the hunger and aggression, digging her nails into his back to keep her balance. He pulled her hair harder, pressing his mouth to hers and muffling her moan. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and danced it around hers.