She was pretty sure her hand had blocked the entire shot.'Hey,' she grumbled. He was laughing at her, holding his hands up to block the lens of the camera.'This isn't a Playgirl photo shoot,' he said.'No, but it would be a disservice to all of humanity not to capture this sight on film.'He laughed again.Emma leaned back, trying to get his full length in focus, but he grabbed her just as she pushed the shutter. He was stretched out against the headboard of his bed, pillows bunched up behind his back. He was complex, this god of a man.She had her camera again. He continuously surprised her with his taste in music, movies, and literature. Music played softly in the background, some country tune she couldn't recall having heard before. But he wouldn't give her even those few inches. She wanted to memorize the lines of his face. And then she was in his arms, his lips exploring the sensitive skin of her throat.'I missed you,' he groaned in her ear.'Oh, hell, you're so dangerous for me,' she whispered as she ran her hands over his chest and around his ribs.'You don't know the half of it.'She pulled back so she could look up at him. He pulled the car door open, reaching inside for her before she had chance to grab her bags. Normally Emma disliked the sight of a man's bare feet, but everything about Tommy made her insides turn to liquid. She was still putting the car into park as her fingers began to twitch, aching to touch the smooth skin that dark shirt revealed.He smiled as he walked casually toward her on bare feet. His shirt was a navy blue button-up, unbuttoned. This time, he actually was waiting for her outside.He was sitting on the top step of his narrow porch, once again clad in tight jeans. Or he would ask her to leave.Or there would be another woman there.Emma sipped from his cup and tried to push that last thought away.She heard a little noise across the room. She kept thinking that he might cancel on her, that she would drive up and he wouldn't be there. It was funny how being apart made all these little insecurities suddenly rear their ugly heads. In an odd sort of way, it made her feel close to him.It hadn't occurred to her to give him her cellphone number, or to ask for his. But then-she couldn't resist putting her lips where she knew his had been. Dante ¨C Tommy ¨C must have forgotten it after their trip to the park.At first, she thought she would just shove it into the glove box and take it back to him on Thursday.

She had found it in her car Tuesday morning. It was designed to look like a Starbucks cup, complete with a thin rubber lid. Emma was curled up on the couch, a ceramic coffee mug in her hands.

The Fantasy Maker by Emily Kendricks