Picture Perfect

had a flip screen so that you could see yourself for self-portraits, so she turned us so that our backs were to the sunset and put her face near mine as she snapped a few photos. Catching her off-guard, I cupped her cheek with my hand and kissed her. She managed to take a few more pictures as we kissed, and I couldn’t wait to see them. We broke apart breathing heavily as we smiled at each other like idiots. Turning back to the view, we watched the rest of the sunset together in silence; the only sound the hum of her camera as she finished taking photos.
    We packed up our gear together as we laughed that I’d had to use the flashlight app on my phone in order for us to see since I’d forgotten to bring a real flashlight with us. It took two trips to get everything into my car, and once we were packed up we headed back to my house.
    When we got home we both decided to shower since we’d spent hours outside. Although we’d been sitting on a blanket, we both felt like we wanted to freshen up. I was seriously in love with my shower, so I opted to let Tessa go first so that I could shower after her. My guest room showers were nowhere near as amazing as the shower in my bathroom, so it was worth the wait.
    It was wildly erotic to be in a space that she’d recently been naked and wet in. The air was scented with her shampoo and shower gel, the smells I’d come to associate with her. It was intimate to be showering where she had just been, and I liked it a hell of a lot.
    We’d decided that once we were finished showering, we’d cuddle in bed and watch a movie or two. My breath caught when I walked into my bedroom and found Tessa curled up on top of the comforter in a Guns n’ Roses tee shirt and a pair of white sleep shorts watching Hoarders . I’m obsessed with the damn show, and as soon as I saw that it was on, I sprinted across the room and threw myself on the bed.
    “You like Hoarders ?”
    She chuckled as she nodded her agreement. “I more than like it, and it’s kind of embarrassing but I can’t stop watching! This show and How Clean is Your House on the BBC are my secret addictions.”
    This got a loud laugh out of me. “Holy shit, that’s fucking hilarious. I love those two British ladies! The filth they find in that show blows my mind. My dad and I have seen every episode. I was so bummed when it got cancelled, but that doesn’t stop me from watching the reruns like a total addict. Have you seen the one where the lady lets her birds have free reign of the house and they shit everywhere?”
    Giving a fake gag she said, “Oh my god, that one was epic. It was so nasty! I can’t believe you like that show too. No one I know has ever even heard of it. Things like Hoarders and How Clean is Your House are my type of reality TV. I have no interest in scripted dating shows or watching toddlers win plastic tiaras, but give me a pint of ice cream and a Storage Wars marathon and I’m a happy girl.”
    With an exaggerated growl, I got up and straddled her on the bed, pulling her hands over her head and holding them trapped in mine. “Keep talking baby, cause you’re turning me on big time.”
    Her beautiful flush and the quickening of her breath had my dick twitching in my cotton pajama pants. Fuck the TV; watching her was my favorite past time, hands down.

Chapter Twenty-One

    The second Flynn straddled me I forgot there was a television in the room, much less that it was on. All thoughts of Hoarders were long gone. My sole focus was Flynn; hot and beautiful on top of me. He was stunning, a descendant of the Gods, and he was quickly becoming something to me that I was both excited about and terrified of at the same time.
    Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I smiled as his head came down to mine. As I was coming to expect, his kiss completely melted me. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, the taste of Flynn more addictive than even my favorite dessert. He had me melting underneath him, mindless and wild. The entire world faded away when his mouth was on mine, the certainty that nothing else mattered making thoughts that weren’t of him impossible and unnecessary.
    I yelped when he thrust against me, his cock hitting my aching sex in just the right spot. I was wet and getting wetter by the second, my body doing what came naturally as it made itself ready to take him inside. I knew I’d said that I wasn’t going to have sex with him but right then, I desperately wanted to.
    Pushing at his