Page 3 of Accidental Attraction

“He’s a little scary,” I whispered to Liam as we made our way out the back door and down the steps, leading to a big empty field.

“Yeah, but he is the best in the business,” he replied, grabbing my hand as I wobbled on my heels. Sending him a grateful smile, I walked beside him, liking the feeling of his hand in mine. It seemed like our hands were made for each other, because his big one fit perfectly with my small one.

“Sir and my lady, stand here,” Leonardo said, gesturing at the patch of long grass in the field. I found it weird he was calling me “my lady,” but his sexy Italian accent made me forget about it. “Bride, stand in front of him. Groom, wrap your arms around her waist and pull her back toward you,” he instructed.

“Just call us Liam and Jenna,” I said, getting into my position. Leonardo acted like I didn’t even speak and continued on shouting at Liam to get behind me.

“God damn,” Liam muttered in my ear as he stood behind me, bringing his arms around my waist. I let out a giggle but swallowed it as Leonardo shot me a hard glance.

“Bride, bring your arms up and wrap around his neck.” The position felt awkward. “Now smile.” He brought his camera up to his face and started clicking away, even though Liam and I weren’t ready.

For the next fifteen minutes, Leonardo shouted at Liam and me to get into different poses. It was kind of awkward as we wrapped our arms around another and pressed in each other’s bodies. Every time one of us moved too slowly for him, he would yell at us and Liam would mutter curses under his breath. We were now over by a wooden fence, and I was being instructed to sit on top of the fence while Liam stood between my legs.

“Does he realize I am wearing a dress and heels?” I asked Liam as I tried to climb on top of the fence. “Because I don’t think he does.” After I failed at getting on Liam, he just chuckled and grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up and onto the top of the fence. I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Well, that is one way to do it,” I commented.

“Well, I was getting tired of seeing your underwear,” Liam said, smirking as he spread my legs a little and stepped in between them.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, actually getting worried that I had flashed him. He just laughed at my expression and leaned a little into me. Even though I was high up, he still towered over me, making me look up at him.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind grandma undies,” he whispered, leaning his head down. I stared up at him with my mouth wide open, trying to come up with a good comeback.

“They are not grandma undies,” I hissed, not caring it wasn’t really a comeback.

“It’s okay, babe. I don’t mind.” I went to hit him, but he took a step back and grinned at me.

“Groom, now go on the other side. Bride, get down,” Leo ordered. Rolling my eyes at him, I carefully slid down the fence so I wouldn’t fall and twist my ankle in my heels. In one quick motion, Liam had grabbed the fence and jumped over it.

“Showoff,” I muttered but listened to Leo ordering us into another pose. “For your information, my panties are very cute, and you won’t be seeing them,” I said and leaned with my hands in front of me on the fence while Liam did the same thing.

“Oh, Jenna, who says I won’t be seeing them?” He smirked at me.

“Me,” I shot back at him with a smirk, moving closer and bringing my leg up in order to do so. Our faces were inches apart, and I could make out little silver sparks in Liam’s eyes I hadn’t noticed before. Being this close to Liam, I forgot about Leonardo snapping photos of us and shouting things at us.

“Don’t worry, your panties are very cute,” he whispered before moving back once again. I stared back at him, not really knowing what to say or do. “Come on, honeybunch, Leonardo wants us to go somewhere else.” His voice all sweet, but he had a stupid smirk on his face. I glared at him, pushing off the fence and following behind him.

“Groom, I want you here, and I want you to pick up the bride,” Leo said. Both Liam and I had told him to call us by our names, but he still didn’t listen. “Bride, when he picks you up by the waist, lean down and kiss him. Maybe put your leg up,” he said, moving backwards to get a good angle. I stood there wondering if I heard him right, that I would have to kiss Liam.

“Pumpkin, come on,” Liam said from behind me. Over the last half an hour, he had probably called me every single romantic term.

“You better not drop me, Liam, or I swear to God I will kill you,” I warned, pointing at him as I made my way to him.

“I promise I won’t…unless you weigh a lot.” I smacked his arm, then put my hands on his shoulder and took a deep breath. Please don’t drop me, I chanted silently as Liam put his hands on my waist. He softly counted to three before lifting me up effortlessly. My face was an inch away from his, and his minty breath fanned against me. His lips looked so soft and inviting as he stared up at me. My hair tumbled down around us, almost like a shield. Maybe it was being this close to him, but the need to kiss him came back in full force. I looked at his face, almost memorizing it as he kept me suspended in the air. My hold on his shoulders loosened, and my fingers slowly made their way up his neck and the side of his jaw. The muscle jumped beneath my fingers as I made my way to his cheeks. My breath was coming out in pants, and my teeth came out to bite my bottom lip. The longer I stared down at Liam, the more I wanted to feel his lips against mine.

Everything and everyone around us faded in the background. All there was was Liam staring up at me, his blue eyes darkening. His lips parted, and he somehow brought his face closer to mine. The moment I felt his lips graze mine, I threw everything out of my mind and brought my lips down, capturing his. My hands cupped his cheeks while he held me up, but I felt the slightest touch of his fingers or thumb rubbing my waist. The kiss lasted longer than a second. Instead, we sunk into it.

His lips became almost demanding as he moved them against mine. I kissed him back hard and let out a small moan as I felt his tongue slip out and trace my lips, almost asking me permission for entry. Giving it, I parted my lips. My hands moved up into his hair, and I gripped it between my fingers. All I could think about at the moment was his lips and mine. Nothing else mattered. I was slightly aware that my leg was starting to rise. For a split second, I thought of The Princess Diaries and the whole foot-popping thing, but it was gone in an instant as Liam’s tongue circled mine.

I felt Liam’s arms bringing me down, but we didn’t break away. Instead, he wrapped his arms tight around my waist, crushing me into his chest, my toes barely touching the ground. Gripping his hair, I twirled my tongue with his. I didn’t care that I needed oxygen at the moment. Liam was my oxygen. I don’t know how long we kissed, but we finally broke away and panted staring at each other. My lips felt swollen, and when I looked at Liam I saw his were too. With our arms still wrapped around one another, I wanted to smile. I had given my first kiss to Liam, and in that moment, I didn’t regret it at all.

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