Free Always by Lauren Dane Page A

on the bed. The sight of his cock disappearing and then retreating from her, slick and shiny wet with her honey, mesmerized him. When he was able to tear his gaze from where they were joined, he looked up her body, past the curve of her breasts and the darkened stab of her hardened nipples, up the arch of her throat and to her face. Everything about her was so beautiful it made him ache just to look at her.
    But when she reached down to find her clit, her eyes snapped open and met his as she began to get herself off—he knew he didn’t have much time left. Once she started to come it would be all over for him, the clasp of her body would be too much to resist.
    Caitlin arched to take him deeper and change the angle just slightly. Her thighs began to tremble as the orgasm he’d been working on, building her up since she woke up that morning, began to manifest itself in her muscles.
    He thrust hard and deep, over and over, his fingers digging into her thighs just above her knees. That edge of pain held her climax back, but not for very long. It burst through her as she tried to suck in oxygen, trying to remain open to him as he continued to thrust.
    And then his strangled cry as she watched him, saw the muscles in his neck cord as his head dropped back and he pressed deep. The jump of his cock within her as he came was incredibly sexy and intimate, like a secret.
    Moments later, he opened his eyes and looked down at her with a grin. “Now I feel I’ve greeted you properly and I can probably manage not to molest you long enough for us to grab a bite.”
    She sat up as he went to deal with the condom and really looked around his room. The walls were covered by photographs, black and white and color. It was like multiple windows to different worlds.
    He had so much talent. She’d seen his work on his website and he’d been kind enough to send her prints that she’d had framed, but this was stunning.
    He came back and saw her staring at a photograph he’d taken of the street his family’s pub sat on. The focus was the bench out front, the front windows and door of the building just behind.
    “You’re amazing, Eamon. I’ve been there, standing in this very spot. This photograph transports me right back. I can hear the sound of the busses passing by on the street, of the children playing in the schoolyard just down the way. I can smell the bakery down the block. I’m so impressed.”
    She turned and he didn’t make any effort to hide how much it meant to him that she liked his work.
    “Thank you. That one’s very special to me. Come through and I’ll show you the rest.”
    She bent to pull her dress back on, thankfully leaving off the panties and bra, and took his hand.
    His hallways were lined with photographs and, she noticed with a twinge in her gut, some were of her. It made her smile. She pointed to one he’d taken of her at Pike Place, her face lit as she smiled at the elderly man who ran the stall where she got her organic honey.
    “I didn’t even know you took that.”
    He opened the door to what was his studio and showed her around. “You never know when I’ll snap a picture of you, darlin’. You’re such a beautiful subject I can’t help myself.” He winked. “This is my office here.” She noted he had another shot of her, snuggled up in a chair near her windows, her eyes half closed as the rain on the glass made shadows on her face. “I like this one the best. Your hair is pulled back so all the curves of your face are visible. The light from the window is just right.”
    “I look so beautiful.” She cocked her head, embarrassed and flattered to be caught in such a moment.
    “Why do you sound surprised? You are beautiful. This is how I think about you when you’re not here. So thoughtful but the set of your mouth is stubborn. I like that contradiction.”
    “That’s, well thank you, that’s a lovely compliment.”
    “I like when you blush.” He drew a fingertip down her cheek.
    “I