Photographs & Phantoms by Cindy Spencer Pape Read Free Book Online Page B

voice. “I want to see you from behind.”
    Obediently, Amy did, bending over the bed to turn down the quilt and blanket. She couldn’t help swishing her fanny just a little and was gratified to hear Kendall moan.
    “Now lie back against the pillows.”
    She heard the sound of buttons popping as he removed his own shirt. Anxious to watch him disrobe, she did as she was told.
    He was beautiful.
    Well aware that such a term shouldn’t be used to describe a man, especially one as overtly masculine as Kendall, she still couldn’t think of a better one. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist with rippled, defined stomach muscles. A light coating of dark curls swirled across his sculpted chest, circling flat, dark nipples and narrowing to a line that bisected his stomach and disappeared into his trousers. As he unbuttoned those, it became apparent that the arrow of hair continued all the way down.
    All the while he undressed, his turquoise gaze remained pinned on her, exciting her even further.
    “Have you ever seen a naked man, Amy?”
    She nodded briefly. “Once, in an art class. He was slim and young, with almost no hair on his chest—nothing like you.”
    “Was he aroused?”
    “No.” The poor model had been embarrassed and had remained flaccid throughout the session. She’d never seen an erect penis before, and her mouth watered at the knowledge that she was about to see one any second now.
    Before he dropped his trousers, Kendall paused and bent to remove his walking boots and socks. When he stood, he raised one eyebrow. “Still sure? I’m not ready to marry yet, Amy. You need to know that. This is a purely physical encounter.”
    “Yes.” She’d never been so certain of anything in her life. “I understand, and I’m sure.”
    “Then spread your legs for me, sweetness. I want to see that you’re as aroused as I am.”
    Biting her lip against an unexpected shyness, she did as he asked, splaying her thighs so her sex was open to his view.
    “I can’t see in this light. Are you wet, Amy?”
    She felt the flush that heated her face and breasts, but she nodded anyway.
    “Test yourself with your fingers and tell me.” His hands still rested on the lowest button of his trousers, teasing her with his near-nakedness.
    Could she do this? Yes. To have this night with Kendall, she could do whatever he asked. Slowly she lowered one hand to her center and slid her fingers through the slick petals of her sex. Then she held them up so they glistened in the gaslight. “I’m very, very wet, Kendall.”
    “Oh, hell.” He lunged toward her, caught her hand in his and slowly licked her fingers, one by one. “You certainly are, Amy. This is going to take even more willpower than I thought.”
    “To be with me?”
    “No, sweetheart. To not be with you, in the most primitive manner possible.” He let go of her hand and shoved his trousers and smallclothes down to his ankles with no further delay. She gazed at him, soaking in the sight of his rampant erection jutting from a halo of dark curls. The dark red tip pointed up toward the ceiling and bobbed as he moved to lie on his side, next to her on the bed.
    “May I touch you?” It was a struggle to keep her hands to herself.
    “Of course.” He rolled to his back and laced his hands behind his head. “Explore to your heart’s content.”
    His skin was warm and smooth on his shoulder, the hairs on his chest crisp and springy. His nipple beaded when she rubbed it, much like her own were doing as they brushed against him during her explorations. The muscles beneath were hard and firm, even as she moved her hand down to his stomach, bypassing his groin to feel the solid mass of his thigh, then the bones of his hip. “I’d love to photograph you like this, though I’d never be able to let another living soul see the image. You’re a work of art in your own right, Kendall.”
    “Not compared to you.” His hot gaze affirmed his words.
    Finally, she trailed her