Picture Perfect

delicious looking ass and legs that I’d ever laid eyes on. The strappy little fuck me heels that she was wearing started a cascade of images in my head, all involving hammering into her while she wore them, and nothing else.
    When Ian saw me, he gave me a smile and a head gesture to make my way over. As if I could stop from going! I was drawn to Tessa Hamilton as though she was an industrial strength magnet. Coming up directly behind her, I took in her clean fresh scent.
    Ian wasted no time in starting the introductions. “Hey Flynn! You haven’t met Tessa in person yet, have you?”
    I hadn’t, unless you counted the dozens of five alarm fantasies and dreams I’d had about her since the night I saw that picture. Taking a step closer, I stopped when I was standing at her side, holding my breath as she turned to face me for the first time.
    Fuck.
    ME.
    As amazing as the photos I saw of her were, the in-the-flesh version was a million times better. My brain catalogued a hundred different facts in less than ten seconds. She was probably five foot four without the shoes, she was a full B cup, and she wore a size three/four. I’d definitely earned my doctorate studying and examining the female form over the last decade, but for the first time it shamed me that I’d done all that without even thinking about it.
    When our eyes met for the first time, I lost time for a moment. What the fuck was it about her that was so familiar? I was positive now that I’d never seen or met her previously, because my reaction to her was so extreme that it was something I would remember had it ever happened before.
    I very seriously wondered if there was any scenario available that would make throwing her over my shoulder caveman style and running off with her to the closest bed for the next seven to ten days acceptable. Decorum prevailed and I reached my hand out to clasp hers.
    With that first touch I. Was. DONE.
    Ring the bell, sound the alarm, turn off the lights and lock the doors.
    Done.
    I’d easily had hundreds of women underneath me over the last decade, but never once did I struggle to continue breathing when I touched them. I was touching Tessa’s hand, not her body, and I shouldn't have been as affected as I was just from a simple touch.
    What the hell?
    We were both brought out of our silent study of each other by Devon giving a little laugh. Letting go of my hand, Tessa gifted me with the most heart-stopping smile I'd ever seen. There was the faintest trace of a flush on her skin, and her eyes… fuck . She was turned on too. If I didn't know that it had to be a complete impossibility, I'd swear she had been on the verge of a massive orgasm.
    I returned her smile with what I hoped wasn't a totally inappropriate " I want to superglue you to my cock for six to twelve lifetimes " look. It was time for me to say something… anything, but I was beyond flustered. If I could just remember why we were there right then, I'd have something to say. Finally, my brain clicked in and provided some information. Pictures! She took pictures. Pulling my mind out of the bedroom, I focused all of my attention on making a good impression.
    "Tessa, it's a pleasure to meet you. I was lucky enough to see your photos of The Chaps after one of their shows a few weeks ago. When I went to your website and saw the rest of your pictures, I knew had to have you."
    Oh shit, that sounded terrible! Real fucking smooth, moron .
    "I mean I had to have you join the tour. To be our photographer."
    When did I turn into a bumbling idiot? I was normally unflappable, but right then I sounded like a total douche. I was pretty damn sure that nothing I’d said really made sense. If the expressions on Ian and Devon's faces were anything to go by, I really looked like a total tool. Neither of them seemed to be able to believe what they were witnessing.
    All my concerns about my idiocy evaporated like cold water on a hot day when Tessa smiled and spoke. "It's a pleasure to meet you Flynn. I'm a fan of your work as well, and it's an honor to have been chosen to do this job. I promise not to let you down."
    Even her voice was hot. Watching her lips move was a carnal activity, and I envisioned her lips opening to suck me. Right then, I realized that I needed to put some space between us, immediately. There was no longer any question about my intentions toward her. I planned on pursuing her, but the way things were going right then, I'd be begging her to marry me