Free Intimate by Kate Douglas Page A

between the cool sheets, and gently pulled Kaz close to his chest. She rolled over and buried her nose against him, sighed, and snuggled trustingly into his arms.
    Breathing in her scent, Jake held her close, absorbing her warmth, remembering her taste. Still aroused, he welcomed the sense of need, the warm desire pulsing in his groin. It made him feel close to Kaz, a woman he knew intimately, and yet hardly at all.
    He had no doubt that would change over the next few days. For now, though?
    Now, giving her pleasure had been a high all on its own. She felt absolutely perfect in his arms. More perfect than anyone he could recall. He tried to remember if there’d ever been another, and woman after woman passed through his thoughts until he fell asleep on old memories.
    When he awoke before five the next morning, Kaz still held the place of honor among them all.

 
    CHAPTER 5
    â€œC’mon, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine.”
    Slowly Kaz opened one eye and glared at the man leaning over her bed. “I knew that port was a bad idea.” She groaned and rolled over on her belly, hiding her face in the pillow, mumbling into the soft down. “But damn, it was good.”
    â€œI agree, but it’s almost five. We need to be on the site before six in order to get good morning light, and it’s at least a fifteen minutes’ drive to the vineyard. How much time do you need?”
    â€œMore than I’ve got.” She rolled over and was at the point of tossing the covers back when she realized she was naked between the sheets. “Where’s my…?”
    She clamped her mouth shut as the memory washed over her. His mouth between her legs, his tongue tugging at the loop on her clit, her climax.
    Make that multiple climaxes.
    Flushing hot and cold all over, she sat up with the sheet and blanket pulled almost to her chin. “Well. This is awkward,” she said.
    Smiling, Jake handed her the blue maxi dress and turned away. He grabbed a couple of his bags of camera gear and headed for the door. “I’m going to take my stuff down to the car, and we can make a quick stop for coffee and something light to eat on the way.” With one hand on the door, he turned to her and asked, “Is that okay with you?”
    â€œUm … yes. It’s fine.”
    And then he was gone. Kaz scrambled out of bed and raced for the shower. She felt wonderful—energized as if she’d already had her coffee, though it had to be Jake. Jake and the memories that slammed full-blown into her brain as she rinsed off under the hot spray, washed and rinsed her hair with the products supplied by the hotel, and finger-combed the shaggy cut.
    Drying off quickly, she put on a loose pair of silky black hip-hugging yoga pants, a snug tank top, and a warm sweatshirt, and then slipped her feet into comfortable old flip-flops. The clothes she’d brought specifically for the shoot were in a separate tote, one she’d left in Jake’s SUV.
    She thought of the morning ahead, imagined posing for Jake. Not for Jacob Lowell, photographer, but for Jake, the one who had shocked Kaz with the power of her sexual response. The one who had made her feel so much, on so many levels.
    She’d never before posed for anyone she’d been intimate with, and it didn’t get a whole lot more intimate than what she and the sexy Mr. Lowell had been up to.
    Or at least what he’d been up to.
    Unless he’d taken care of himself after she fell asleep, Jake hadn’t gotten off at all. She sucked in a quick breath. How would he see her today? As a tease? As a woman he wanted, one he was well aware responded to him on way too many levels?
    A shiver raced along her spine. She could do this. Definitely. After last night, she figured she could do just about anything.
    She went to the balcony, opened the door, and stepped outside. It was still fairly dark this early in the morning, with a light fog misting