She wanted him to photograph her barelydressed.
Joaquin swallowed—hard. “I’ll get rid of the chair. Bring the sheepskin blanket that’s on the top shelf in the bedroomcloset.”
They laid the sheepskin blanket on the floor, and Mia lay down on her uninjured side, looking somehow both sexy andinnocent.
Joaquin moved the lights around, took a light reading, then got down on the floor beside her. “Just beyourself.”
He clicked away, moving her hair, adjusting herrobe.
Mia on her side, her head propped up on her hand. Mia with one creamy shoulder bared. Mia without the robe in her bra and panties. Mia on her back, arms above her head, red hair fanned across the whitesheepskin.
Joaquin showed her the photos. “Do you see how sexy youare?”
She sat up, turned her back to him, her legs curled beneath her. “Undo theclasp.”
“Are yousure?”
Shenodded.
He did as she’d asked, some part of him wondering how he was going to get through this without spontaneouslycombusting.
She looked at him over her shoulder, the trust on her face putting a hitch in his chest. Then she turned to face him—and let her bra fall to thefloor.
Madre deDios.
She was shy at first, covering her breasts with her arm, then letting her hair fall over her breasts, one pink nipple peeking through herstrands.
Damn.
“Beautiful.” He showed her those photos, saw the impact they had on her, the change in herexpression.
Mia’s sense of herself was changing before his eyes. His camera was showing her a part of herself she hadn’t seen before, a part of herself she hadn’t knownexisted.
She grew bolder, leaving her breasts bared to him, pulling her hair over one shoulder, even lifting the weight of her breasts with herhands.
Click. Click.Click.
Joaquin couldn’t help the way his body responded, blood rushing to his groin, his mouth going dry, his pulse picking up. But he wasn’t doing this for his benefit. He was doing this forMia.
He shared those with her, too. “This one—where your nipple is peeking out of your hair—is so fuckingsexy.”
Then she slipped off herpanties.
Joaquin had only himself to blame. He had started this, and now he had no choice but to see it through—even if it killed him. “Lie down on your belly if youcan.”
She did as he asked, the soft mounds of her delicious ass making him want to set his camera aside to kissthem.
“God, Mia, you have no idea what you’re doing tome.”
Or maybe shedid.
She smiled, raised her bottom just a little, giving him a glimpse of the treasures that were hiding between herthighs.
Click. Click.Click.
She rolled onto her side, bent one leg, showing him a bit more of her hidden beauty—red curls, those sweet inner folds, a hint of clit. Oh, how he wanted to bury his mouth there, to taste her, to feel her come against hismouth.
“Mia.”