Raising Hell by Julie Kenner

Author:Julie Kenner [Kenner, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00JNIVCUM
Publisher: Julie Kenner
Published: 2014-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Seven

Lila awoke slowly, keeping her eyes closed as she ran through the previous night in her head. So delicious, and yet so decadent, too.

And now she was a little afraid to wake up. Afraid the spell would wear off and she’d wake up back in her apartment, late for work. Or, worse, she’d be in Nick’s loft, but the connection she’d felt between them last night would be severed. He’d look at her with the eye of an artist and nothing more.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could bear that.

Still, she couldn’t lay here all day, the light weight of the sheet covering her bare hip and her breasts. One deep breath for courage, and then she opened her eyes, peeking first through slits, her vision blurred from the peering through her lashes. Nick’s apartment. At least the entire thing hadn’t been a dream.

She took another breath, opened her eyes more fully, and sat up, one arm pressed against her chest to keep the sheet modestly in place. At first she didn’t see him. Then she found him standing by the canvas. The one on which he’d been painting her last night.

His attention was fully on his work, and she watched him in silence, fascinated by the intense concentration reflected on his features. His jaw stayed firm, but his eyes flashed, as if he were engaged in some internal struggle, and only the perfect brushstroke would satisfy him.

Once again, doubt washed over her. Was he having second thoughts about using her as a model? She hoped not. Because although she’d started out hesitant, now she wanted nothing more than to watch her image revealed in pigment.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

She jumped guiltily, then realized that he’d abandoned the canvas for her. Her cheeks heated, and she hoped he couldn’t tell how excited she was by the thought of being his model. Vanity run amok, her father would say.

“Did I wake you?” He was coming toward her now, the scent of soap, turpentine, and oils seeming to precede him as he crossed the room to settle on the edge of the bed.

“No. I just woke up. I was watching you work. I like watching you work.”

“Good,” he said. “Because right now, watching you is my work.”

“Should I go to the window?” she asked, feeling like a slacker as she started to swing her legs off the bed.

“No, no.” He pressed a gentle hand against her shoulder, and she shivered from the touch. He noticed, and the smile he gave her shot straight to her toes. And then, when he leaned in for a kiss, Lila was certain that she was going to melt.

His mouth pressed hard agains hers, his tongue demanding entrance. He sucked and nipped, taking as much as he gave and making her feel weak and woozy, as if he could possess her, body and soul, through nothing more substantial than a kiss.

When they finally broke the kiss, she pulled away with a sigh, feeling sleepy and sated. “Incredible,” she said.

“Agreed.” His smile was both appreciative and possessive.

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