Page 8 of Kiss and Tell
She gives me a tilt of her lips before turning back to the camera. And looking around for her agent. This time I watch the agent, I think her name is something off Scooby Doo, and see her give Wisteria a look before she gives her a thumbs up.
Something is definitely up and the theory I have is only solidifying. After a few moments, the assistant comes over and repositions us. This time she turns Wisteria towards me and tells her to put her hand on my chest. She does…over the shirt. “Here, let me help.”
I lose the shirt and toss it out of the way where George walks over and picks it up out of the sand. This time I take her hand and lay it on my now bare skin. Her hand seems to flutter around once I let it go but finally settles.
“Look over your shoulder, Wisteria.”
She does but my friend the photographer hands me a gift I wasn’t looking for when he shouts for the makeup woman to come try to plump her lips up.
“No worries. I can do it.”
I tilt her head back and cover her lips with my own. And find my answer beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Chapter Eight
Wisteria
Before I can take my next breath… I’m being kissed.
And not just kissed, but good and kissed. It takes me a couple of moments of mindlessness to realize I need to at least pretend like I know what I am doing. It’s not like I haven’t read about this enough times or seen it in hundreds of movies.
But having this massive beast of a man take me in his arms and dip me after he captures my lips with his own has my heart coming up in my throat and my brain ceasing to function properly. It takes me longer than it probably should before I start mimicking his actions back to him, skimming my mouth over his and moving my lips the same way he does against my own.
I have no idea how long we kiss before he pulls away from me. It takes me a few more seconds before I open my eyes to find him looking down at me. His tongue comes out to run back and forth over his bottom lip like he can still taste me on his mouth. The thought causes heat to hit my cheeks.
“They seem pretty swollen now.”
“Holy mother of kismet! I’m going to be renowned. This is perfect.”
I slide widened eyes over to find the photographer snapping away. Oh, my fucking god! Was he…? The entire time?
“Oh, and look at me, Wisteria. Give me those eyes, baby.”
“Hey!”
“Babe. Babe. Definitely not baby in a sexual way. I’m an artist, not a fighter. She’s totally yours, big boy. All yours.”
“What?”
“Nothing, smile for the camera, Winnie.” Banner instructs me and instead of asking more questions, I let it go for now. The faster I get this over with, the faster I can put space between the two of us. I give the camera my best practiced looks and as soon as I hear the photographer call for the next one, I am springing away from Banner.
“Um, I… I think I need a break. You can do Banner’s solo pics now, right?”
“One more Wisteria. I realize I’ve run you around everywhere all day today but give me just one more.”
“Um, okay.” I take a big breath to calm myself and turn so the girls doing my hair and makeup can reach me more easily. If I’m lucky maybe it will be just me… alone.
“This time, I want you two lying in the sand. I like the no-shirt look, Banner. Let’s keep that but can we undo the top of your pants a little bit and fold them down.”
Oh my God! I turn so my back is to Banner lying in the sand.
“Okay, now I want you, Wisteria, to come and lay on top of him with your legs on either side of him.”
“Oh, um…alright.” I try really quickly to figure out the best way to…mount him.
“But your legs on either side of me, Winnie.”
“Oh, uh, okay.”