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She runs us through a few more poses, instructing us to smile, then to be serious, then to throw our heads back and laugh.
I don’t think I’ve ever spent this much time staring into Gage’s eyes without either of us speaking. It’s a weird, accelerated intimacy.
“Okay, we got the classic ones out of the way. Now let’s have some fun. Gage, I need you to look down at her mouth for me like you’re thinking about kissing her.”
Gage rolls his eyes. “We don’t need the artsy photos.”
“Humor me, okay? Worst case scenario, you spend another half hour staring at a beautiful woman who loves you while she’s wearing that sexy, sexy dress.”
I feel myself blush. “If Gage doesn’t want to—”
“It’s fine,” he interrupts. He faces me again, and his gaze slowly, deliberately, drops to my mouth.
We’re close enough that I can see the exact moment his blue eyes darken, and my breath quickens. My lips part, and Gage instinctively leans in, like there’s a thread pulling us closer together.
“Yes, yes, be in the moment together. Violet, can you take his hand and kiss it?”
I laugh, awkwardly. “Won’t that look weird?”
“If it does, we’ll delete that photo,” Natasha reassures me. “We’re just playing around, until we get that perfect, romantic shot you can look at when you're in your eighties. The one that makes you both think,Damn, I sure married a hottie.”
Gage grunts, “I don’t need a photo for that.”
I know he means he doesn’t need a photo for that because we’re not actually getting married.
But Natasha says, “Awww,” like she thinks he’s saying he doesn’t need the reminder that I’m hot.
Gage lowers his head to murmur in my ear. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But this will probably go faster if we just let her get the dumb shots she wants.”
I nod, knowing he’s right.
I grasp his wrist and lift it up then I dip my lips to the palm of his hand. The lights flash, but I barely notice.
I’m far more distracted by Gage’s sharp inhale.
“Good. God, the sparks are just flying between you two,” Natasha says. “Gage, I need you to kiss her. It can be sweet or hot, whatever you want, just don’t touch each other’s faces. I want to see your pretty profiles.”
My heart beats fast as Gage lowers his lips toward mine. It feels like time itself slows down.
And then his mouth is on mine, and I’m sighing in relief. As much as I tried to fight it, I’ve been missing this since the first time he kissed me.
I nip his lip, unreasonably irritated at him for ruining me for other men, and then making me wait so long to kiss him again. He growls, his hands hot and tight on my waist.
When I finally come up for air, he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room.
I wonder if his heart is racing as fast as mine.
“Hmmm, Violet, could you sit on Gage’s lap, facing away from me?” Natasha asks. “And then I want you two to kiss again, but this time, Gage, can you touch her back?”
I half laugh as Gage effortlessly lifts me and settles me down so that I’m straddling his lap. “Weirdest engagement shoot ever.”
“But not necessarily unpleasant,” Gage murmurs and a little thrill shoots through me.
“Hold on, just let me drape that gorgeous dress...” Natasha runs up and fusses with the fabric, then ducks back behind the camera. “Okay, go!”
Gage cups his big hand at the back of my neck and guides my mouth down to his. Knowing that Natasha’s camera can’t catch our faces makes it even easier to slip into the kiss. I feel like I’m getting drunk on his taste. Gage’s hands roam up and down my back, hot and possessive. He presses me closer to him, and I gasp as the movement makes one thing very obvious.
Gage is hard. Like, really fucking hard.
