Figuratively

Part 2

She looked up at just the right moment. It couldn't have been better even if it was planned. His eyes bore into her and she watched as a sly smirk spread across his face. Heat rose to her cheeks as the robe slowly, but all too quickly, slid off his shoulders. He maintained eye contact through the entire show, tension rising between the two. Then his eyes left hers momentarily as he grabbed the book off the side table allowing her the opportunity to marvel at his perfect (literally perfect) ass. He turned back, eyes going right back to staring at her. Every never in her tensed as he positioned himself. He lied across the sofa with one knee bent, his book resting against his thigh. His other leg hung over the sofa with his foot pressed to the floor. She shook her head trying to clear her mind of his body that was on display. It was nearly impossible as she felt his gaze staying glued to her.

When she looked back up he looked down at his book and for a moment she was able study him properly. He was beyond a good looking man. There was no doubt about it. He had to of played some type of sport, with the way he was built. Water-polo would fit him flawlessly. Him, in a pool, showing off. Every part of him was precise and perfectly defined. His arms had an intense muscle curve to it that she wanted to run her fingers over. His hands, rough looking, but when needed she believed that they would be the most gentle thing she'd ever feel. As her eyes traveled down his body she admired his delicious six pack, his chest, strong and hard. His legs built with muscle and she could see herself gripping onto them. And what lied in between them those legs, well that wasn't as bad as well.

He badly wanted to shift under her gaze, suddenly feeling self conscious as she looked his body over. Knowing that she was staring at him, studying him, possibly admiring him and enjoying what she saw, sent a fire through him that he never remembered feeling before. He glanced up from his book to see her already sketching him, his body. A sense of pride filled him as he thought of his body being drawn in her notebook. He knew every time she went to draw she would be reminded of him and all his glory. It was an amazingly powerful feeling.

The hour and a half allotted for the class went by too quickly. He had enjoyed catching the girl staring at him and her quickly looking back to her book. The shyness of her personality that it suggested. When she caught him staring though, he didn't divert his eyes. Instead he continued to stare at her, eyes locked. Occasionally he would wink making her blush, but she was always the first to look away.

As the class packed up the girl continued to sketch, her hands drawing out every little detail that had been burned into her memory. The macho-ness of his body, the confidence in his personality, that mischievous sparkle that twinkled in his eyes when they stared at each other. The base sketch of his body was almost complete when she felt his presence standing in front of her. "How's the drawing going?" He asked, his voice thick and smooth. She looked up from her book to that stupid smirk of his that went right to her center. "It's going good. I'm just about done with the base sketch." She said as she closed her book and began gathered her things. Avoiding eye contact was best, she told herself. She knew if she were to look at him and try to talk at the same time she would never be able to get her words right. She would probably stumble over them, and knowing who she was she would knock something over in the process. "Well if you need a closer look at something let me know. I'm more than willing to help." She could hear the confidence and a hint of smugness in his voice. God was it melting her over and over again. "Thanks," she replied standing up and looked him in his eyes, a slight burst of confidence taking over as she realized he was flirting with her, "I'll let you know."

He ran his tongue over his upper teeth and shook his head as he watched her leave the class. Sweet and sassy. She peaked over her shoulder one last time, her eyes scanning his face once more, before finally walking out. When the girl was far enough away she leaned against the wall letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. That was the most intense art classes she had ever experienced. There was sexual tension, no doubt about it, and damn, she couldn't wait until there was class again because she knew he would be there to finish out her week.