Vivian went stiff in my arms. “That’s not necessary,” she said quickly. “We don’t…we don’t like PDA.”
“There’s no one here except us,” Winona pointed out.
I’d pulled some strings and reserved swaths of the park for the photoshoot. I hated public crowds. Too loud, too unpredictable, toothere.
“Yes, but…” Vivian faltered. She looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
Annoyance flared at her horrified expression. I didn’twantto kiss her, but I didn’t appreciate how she acted like kissing me was the equivalent of getting bitten by a poisonous snake.
“We really don’t feel comfortable kissing in front ofanythird party,” Vivian finally finished.
She tried to step back, but my hold on her hips prevented her from doing so.
My annoyance deepened. We’d agreed to play the part of a loving couple in public, but she wasn’t acting particularly loving.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but it’s not an engagement shoot without a kiss.” Winona looked puzzled by our hesitation. “I promise I won’t be scandalized.”
“Right.” Vivian scraped her teeth across her bottom lip.
Christ.If she waffled any harder, she’d have a prime spot on Sarabeth’s brunch menu, syrup and all.
Instead of waiting for her to make a decision sometime in the next century, I dipped my head and brushed my mouth over hers. Softly, just long enough to hear the camera shutter click again.
Vivian’s body morphed from stiff to rigid. Her lips parted on a sharp inhale, and I tasted something sweet flavored with a hint of spices.
My blood thrummed.
It was just supposed to be a quick kiss for the camera. I should pull back, but her mouth was so warm and soft I couldn’t resist another taste.
And another.
Before I knew it, my hand slid up of its own accord. My fingers sank into her hair and evoked an overwhelming urge to deepen the kiss. To wrap my fist around all that silk and tug until her mouth opened fully for me, letting me explore and plunder at my will.
My blood thrummed louder.
I blamed my senseless actions on the month apart. Absence made the heart grow fonder and all that crap.
It was the only plausible reason why kissing Francis Lau’s daughter didn’t make me want to scrub bleach all over myself.
Vivian tilted her chin up a fraction, giving me better access. My—
“We got the shot!” Winona’s voice yanked us apart as suddenly and violently as if someone had fired a gun.
One second, we were kissing. The next, my hands were gone from Vivian’s hip and hair, her arms had dropped from around my neck, and my heart was racing like I’d just completed an Ironman Triathlon.
Vivian and I stared at each other for a frozen second before quickly looking away.
The kiss had lasted less than a minute, but my mouth turned with the imprint of her lips. Heaviness settled on my skin like a cashmere blanket as Winona rose from her crouching position.
“You two might be the most photogenic couple I’ve ever worked with.” She grinned. “I can’t wait for you to see the final photos.”
“Thank you,” Vivian said, her face pink. “I’m sure they’ll be great.”
“Are we done?” I removed my jacket and ignored her reproving look. We’d done the damn shoot. What more did she want?
And why was it so fucking hot in the middle of October?
“Yes, I’ll email you a link to the gallery in two weeks,” Winona said, unfazed by my curt reply. “Congratulations again on your engagement.”