Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

When he was done, he met Mia's gaze. "Am I right?"

She nodded. "It is a naked woman!"

He shook his head, bowled over once again. "And you put that illusion into the design deliberately?"

"Yes. And the best part is, no one has to know about that naked woman unless you want them to."

That was true, because he'd had to search for the image and wait for it to mesh into the vision of a woman. "Show me another one," he said, finding himself caught up in her enthusiasm.

This time she presented him with a Celtic design, a continuation of brightly colored patterns and interlacing scrolls. Again, he stared at the picture, and within seconds a shadowed outline appeared-of a man and a woman face to face, with one of the woman's legs entwined with the man's in a very provocative position.

The images were very sensual and arousing, erotic even-made more so by the fact that they were hidden within a design that appeared innocent at first glance.

He looked back at Mia, and her expression held so much joy-more than he'd seen in her before-and he knew, without a doubt, that this was what she was meant to do.

"Mia, all these stained-glass designs are incredible. You just can't not do anything with them."

She shrugged and started wrapping each individual picture to put them away. "Maybe I'll take them to a consignment shop and start there."

He was thinking of something on a grander scale, because he was certain she'd draw a very elite clientele with her unique designs, and especially with the erotic and custom-made stuff that had blown him away. But for the moment, he wanted to bolster Mia's confidence, and he knew the perfect way to do it And in the process, it would also save him from having to go shopping for a birthday present for his sister.

He picked out a substantial piece, which depicted a hummingbird sipping from a vine of bright, colorful bougainvillea. There wasn't any hidden images of naked people embracing in this particular design, which was perfect for his older, more sedate sister.

"So if you did sell your designs, what would something like this one go for?" he asked casually.

She thought for a moment as she finished packing the container that went into the closet. "It's one of my larger pieces, so I'd probably sell it for about two hundred and fifty dollars."

He didn't even hesitate. "Consider it sold."

Her gaze jerked to his in startled shock. "What are you talking about?"

"I want to buy it," he said simply and lifted the sealed container and put it back into the closet for her.

She watched him, her arms crossed over her chest and her gaze narrowed almost suspiciously. " Why ? I really don't think hummingbirds are your thing."

He laughed as he set the stained-glass art he wanted on the drafting table and then slid the other filled container under the bed for her. God, she was so skeptical, as if she suspected he was offering her a pity purchase, which was far from the truth. If her work wasn't top quality, he never would have expressed an interest.

"It's not for me," he said, turning to face her again. "I need a birthday gift for my sister, Claudia, who's turning forty next weekend, and she loves anything with hummingbirds on it. She has a window in her front living room where the sun shines through midday, and that stained-glass picture would look beautiful there."

"Okay," she said and dropped her arms back to her sides, which caused the silky material of her robe to shift enticingly across her breasts. "But I'm not letting you pay for it."

Her nipples puckered, and he slowly dragged his gaze from her chest back up to her face. "Oh, yeah, you most certainly are, because I'm not taking it for free. Consider it your first real sale."

She sighed. "Cam-"

He pressed his fingers against her soft, warm lips to stop what was bound to be the beginnings of an argument. "I'm not taking no for an answer, either."

He watched her give in, an acquiescence that was slow in coming, but it was a victory for him, nonetheless.

Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his hand away and gave an exaggerated huff. "And you think I'm stubborn."

"Stubborn and talented and sexy." Aiming to distract her, he caught her sash and tugged her closer, and the strip of silk gave way in his hand. Her robe parted down the middle, revealing a line of smooth, soft skin from her chest down to her lovely thighs.

Unable to resist temptation, he brushed his knuckles across the hard nipples straining against the fabric, heard a soft purr escape the back of her throat, and a thick knot of lust tightened his groin.

"I'm thinking maybe I need to give you a deposit of some sort for the design," he murmured huskily. "You know, a show of good faith."

She quickly caught on to the suggestive innuendo in his words and played along, sliding her hands around his waist and down to the back pockets of his jeans, where she began to feel him up. "You've got that kind of cash on you?"

He grinned down at her. "No, something better, and far more pleasurable. Check my front pocket."

With playful amusement dancing in her eyes, she patted him down in front, but not where he needed her touch the most.

"A little more to the left," he directed, and the stroke of her fingers along his thickening cock made him groan. "Ahhh, right there ."

She cupped his erection and squeezed him tight. "Oh, yes," she breathed seductively. "You do have quite a big, impressive wad right here."

A gust of strangled laughter escaped him. "That was a good one." So good, he couldn't think of a comeback.

He didn't need one because it was apparent they were done teasing. The need and hunger in Mia's silvery gaze glowed hot and bright and urgent as she pushed him back a few steps. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell onto the mattress, right where she apparently wanted him. Leaning over his prone form, she unfastened his jeans and stripped them off, then shrugged out of her robe and climbed on top of him until her slender, naked body was straddling his hips.

Without any preliminaries or foreplay, she took him deep inside her in slow, tantalizing increments, surrounding him inch by inch until he was completely enveloped in her tight, wet heat. Once he was buried to the hilt, she arched into him, let her head drop back, and moaned as she rode him like a woman who enjoyed having the upper hand for a change, and control over his pleasure.

The thought made him smile as he reached up and caressed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, then skimmed his fingers along her flat belly. "I always knew you'd have a thing for being on top."

Her lashed drifted open languidly, and she sucked in a quick breath when his thumb delved between her soft, female flesh and found her swollen clit, slippery wet from her own anticipation and desire.

She splayed her hands on his taut stomach and rocked her hips hard against his, taking him deeper still. "I think I just have a thing for you ," she admitted huskily.

Cameron liked the sound of that. He liked the sweet, tender look in her eyes even more as she gave herself over to him physically without inhibitions or the slightest reserve. He finessed her with liquid strokes and the silken glide of his fingers, but she was the one who set the pace and seduced him with her soft, erotic sighs and clench and release of her body. She was the one who drove him wild with the overwhelming need to be a part of her, in every way.

And ultimately, she was the one who pushed him over the razor-sharp edge of release and sent him spiraling into an earth-shattering climax that began with him and ended with her.

MIA glanced down at the current stained-glass design she was working on and smiled to herself, feeling a rush of excitement and satisfaction with the way the image was coming together. After her conversation with Cameron the day before about her artwork, and his positive response to the pieces she'd shown him, she was more inspired than ever. She just wasn't sure how Cameron would feel knowing her latest design immortalized the two of them in a very provocative embrace.