Page 35 of Broken
“This is for Addison and Hawk,” she murmured, “so we need to act like we just met.”
Not happening.
He pulled her onto his lap and she let out a yelp. “What are you doing?”
“Having fun so that my brother and his future wife will have some good memories of their bridal shower. You ready?”
“I can fake it if you can,” she bit out.
“There’s no faking when it comes to us. I know how to pushallyour buttons, Jack.”
He tapped the start button and stared at the lens. As the camera began flashing and clicking, he switched up his expression. She smiled, then peered at him. He looked in her direction. The attraction was pulling him closer. Unable—and unwilling—to resist, he leaned over.
Her smile was fucking killing him. She was a total hottie anyway, but that smile catapulted him to the stratosphere.
Then, they kissed. Only this time, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smothered him with her mouth. His insides roared to life, their kiss turned explosive. He snaked his arm around her back and planted his other hand on her thigh.
They had one speed.
Full throttle.
But they weren’t in a sexy club. They were in a photo booth at a damn party in the middle of the freakin’ day. And theystillcould not keep their hands or their mouths off each other.
Fucking hell.
He boned in his pants, but he ignored his trapped erection, focusing on the stunning auburn-haired woman in his arms.
The camera stopped clicking and they slowed their kiss down.
The string of photos dropped into the receptacle and she pulled it out.
Knock-knock.
“You guys done in there?” asked a familiar voice.
Before Jack had gotten off his lap, Stryker and Emerson pulled back the curtain and peered inside. When the men locked eyes, Stryker chuffed out a laugh.
“I think they need more time,” Emerson said with a gleam in her eyes.
“We’ll stand guard,” Stryker deadpanned.
Jack moved off him, ran her fingers through her long hair, and straightened her dress. Gazing over at him, she said, “Let’s take some actual photos, you know, with goofy faces.”
She tapped the start button, the camera started clicking away. She stuck a pose, then craned her head toward him. He stuck out his tongue, then crossed his eyes.
But the pull was too strong to ignore, and he found himself peering over at her. She’d moved to the edge of the seat and started flexing her biceps. He reached over and felt the hardened muscle.
“Nice,” he said.
“I eat my spinach,” she whispered, then laughed.
Her melodious laugh was like medicine for his raging soul. Again, he stared at her as the camera continued clicking away. When she returned his gaze, he leaned over and dropped a soft kiss on the end of her nose.
She cradled his head, angled it down, and kissed his forehead.
The camera stopped. The whirring continued while the photos quick-processed. Out slid another string of photos. This time, he collected them.
“That was intense,” she said before pushing off the bench.
