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recognized her need to be taken over, dominated, commanded? For Jared it had come naturally. Instinctively. He knew she needed it. Knew everything she needed, as though he could see inside her head.
    But no. That was going too far. This was a summer fling. Leigh knew better than to begin thinking about any other sort of connection. He was a superb lover, a true artist in the art of lovemaking. That was all. And she intended to appreciate the experience for what it was. She’d be a fool not to.
    When he kissed her hair she suppressed the small lurch in her chest.
    Stop it. You’ve just met this man.
    “You are a most amazing woman.” His voice was deep, gravelly, soft around the edges.
    “And you’re a most amazing man.”
    “You inspire me, Leigh. In fact…” He sprang up, startling her.
    “How can you even move after that?”
    He grinned. “I told you. You inspire me. Be right back.” He stepped through the door, only to poke his head back in a moment later. “Don’t move.”
    “I hadn’t planned on it.” Leigh stretched luxuriously, enjoying the ache of muscles long gone unused.
    Jared returned, his thick, brown hair gloriously disheveled, his big body graceful, despite the brawny muscles, as he leaned against the doorway. How many men could be so utterly comfortable, standing there naked? She glanced down at his softening cock, her sex clenching again at the memory of it hard, so big she could barely take it. Then her gaze moved up his body, over the strong thighs, the hard-packed abs, the wide chest, until she reached his face. He was smiling at her. His dark brown eyes were glittering again, and he held a camera in his hand.
    “Let me photograph you, Leigh.”
    She groaned. “I’m a mess.”
    “You’re beautiful. Glowing. Have you never been photographed naked before? If not, it’s a shame.”
    “I posed for the life drawing class in college a few times. Let an old boyfriend take some lingerie shots. But I was all made up. And what do you plan to do with these pictures?”
    “Look at them. Over and over. I would never show them to anyone else without your permission, Leigh. This is just for me. And for you. You should see what you look like right now, with your hair everywhere and your skin flushed. Like a ripe peach.” He grinned, his full mouth sensual, admiring. “One that’s already been plucked. But I love that. I love that it was me who did the plucking.”
    How could she resist? Especially when his accent washed so deliciously over her, along with his words. And she was still too sated, too content, to argue.
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Just lay there. Or move a bit if you like. Doesn’t matter. But don’t cover yourself. I need to see your gorgeous skin.”
    He crouched down and began shooting, the clicking camera looking tiny in his hands.
    “Beautiful. Come on now, move onto your side. Yes, perfect.” He paused to bend down and kiss her breasts, making the blood rush into them again, the nipples peak to attention. “Yes, that’s it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Your skin is fucking flawless.”
    As he shot the pictures his cock filled, thickening, until it was lusciously hard again. Leigh’s sex filled and tingled just looking at him, thinking about what it felt like to have him thrusting inside her.
    Yes…
    “Jared, come back to bed. I need more.”
    “Ask nicely.” That devilish grin again.
    Instead, Leigh turned onto her back, spread her thighs and used her fingers to stroke her cleft. She was wet again. Or still. It hardly mattered. What mattered was the hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips.
    “Oh, you are very persuasive, aren’t you?” Jared took another shot and knelt on the edge of the bed. “Do you mind if I take a few of you like this, with your thighs open for me?”
    “Go ahead.”
    She ran her fingers up and down her wet cleft, spread her thighs farther apart, feeling sexier than she ever had in her life.
    “Ah, fucking