Lilla adjusted the camera, sighing in frustration.
Val was standing with his legs spread shoulder-width apart and his arms crossed. That sensual mouth was set in a grim line that she knew meant business.
The little purple trunks were too small and tight, making her sanity teeter on a dangerous edge. And that evil silver V on the front only accentuated his… manhood, making her eyes drift to that very spot every time she glanced down.
Damn him.
She peered through the little lens. The light was glaring, so she moved to the other side of the camera, going over to Val.
Her hand went to his thick bicep as she pushed him a little to the right. Tingles shot up her arm at the contact.
She went back and looked through the camera, snapping a couple of shots. He flashed her a grin, filling her tummy with butterflies. Or was it bats.
A few more shots of his amazing smile and she moved to pose him. She dropped a WWF logo canvas over the plain black background she was using. Turning Val to the left, she tilted his chin towards his left shoulder.
He gave her a little smile, watching her as she moved about.
She smiled back shyly, feeling a little odd after the episode in her hotel room. "Glare at the camera," she commanded quietly, nodding her approval when his brows drew down, his nostrils flared slightly, and his lips pursed as if he were angry.
Looking through the camera once more, she shivered at the picture he created. He looked like a wild mustang, ready to buck at any stallion that threatened his mate.
After snapping a few, she straightened. "One more," she murmured, as much for her own comfort as for his.
She pulled a Royal Rumble canvas down and turned him back to face the camera. She took his wrists gently, in a move that strongly resembled one he'd used that morning, and uncrossed his arms.
He recognized it as well, his eyes darkening as he studied her.
"Spread your legs," she said, blushing intensely when she heard her own voice.
He complied, moving them slightly apart. Leaning forward, he whispered, "I think that's my line," with a wide grin.
Lilla shivered. "Stop that," she chided with a smile.
She ordered him to put his hands on his hips, then studied him. Something was wrong. His look wasn't quite right.
She gave him a little smile, only hinting at mischief, then pulled his mouth down to hers. She kissed him thoroughly, dragging her tongue over the softness of his bottom lip, wetting his lips thoroughly. She dragged her hand through the damp strands of his hair, pulling the curls over his right shoulder.
She pulled away, smiling at the effect.
"Perfect," she murmured. "Stay right there." She went back to the camera.
He looked exactly the same way he had the first time he'd kissed her. Like a raw, primal urge.
She snapped the shot, adding an extra for her own records. "All done."
He righted himself, going through his bag. When he'd put away his knee pads, slipped on a t-shirt, and toweled the moisture out of his hair, he slung his bag over his shoulder.
Lilla managed to tear her eyes away from him long enough to put her equipment away.
"Are you done for the day?"
She zipped her bag and straightened, a little embarrassed at being so brazen with him. "Yes," she said simply.
He took her hand and pulled her with him, back to the empty locker room.
"I'm going to take a shower."
He was slick from the oil she'd sprayed on him to make him look sweaty. "I think you look kinda sexy just the way you are."
He moved in closer. "You do, huh?" The beginnings of a smirk were curling his perfect lips.
She blushed, but nodded. "I think you look delicious." She felt she was entitled to a little teasing, considering the past days.
He searched her face for a minute, then grinned. "I see," he said, brushing his lips over hers. "I'll be out in a minute."
Seating herself on a bench, she let out the breath she was holding. The man was driving her insane. The entire day, he'd given her light little kisses that only made her want more, and teasing touches that had her tearing at her hair. He never gave her what she wanted and she was at her wits end.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep when she got back to the hotel.
He emerged after a few minutes, padding barefoot over the tile in a snug pair of jeans to dig through his things. He grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it over his head. She watched, with a little disappointment, as it covered the firm muscles of his chest.
After he was completely dressed, he grabbed her hand and went towards the door.
"Where are we going?"
He stopped for a moment. "Out," he said, flashing her a grin over his shoulder.
She followed him with a shrug and they ended up getting takeout and stopping his rental on the shores of a lake to watch the setting sun.
He sat on the hood of the car, leaning against the windshield, after he laid out their little picnic beside him. He pulled her into his lap, offering her a piece of barbequed chicken.
She took it, nibbling a little, but concentrating more on the man whose lap she was in.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Comfortable?"
She nodded, spotting sauce on her fingers, then looking for a napkin.
He stopped her after a minute. "I got it." He drew the tip of her index finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, cleaning it, before moving to the next, then the third.
Lilla had to swallow a moan. "Val…"
He turned her chin toward him, nibbling, tasting her lips. "You missed some."
She let out a frustrated whimper and couldn't help herself when her bottom lip came out in a pout.
He was teasing her on purpose.
