Caught on Camera (Love Through a Lens, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

I don’t know what I’m thinking when I take her hands in mine. When I lift her chin and press my lips to hers, just that I want to. I have to. I need Lacey Daniels like I need oxygen. She sighs against my mouth and kisses me back, and I’m warm all over. “Does this count as breaking our rules?” I ask, and I dip my chin to trail a set of kisses down her neck. “No, this doesn’t count. We can be friends who kiss, right?” Her hands clutch my collar, and she drops her head back. “Platonic kissing buddies.” “In that case, you’re the best buddy I’ve ever had,” I murmur into her shoulder. She pulls on my hair, and I kiss the skin under the thin strap of her dress. “Fuck, I want you.” “Kissing only,” she says, but she grinds against me. She lifts her dress and I can feel her. Hot and wet and trying to touch me everywhere. “You sure make kissing fun.” “We should stop.” “Okay,” I agree, and I bury my face in her cleavage. “We’ll stop.” “In a minute.” “I’ve heard that before,” I say, and my hands move over the swell of her ass. “We really should stop, though, because there are cameras everywhere, and the last thing we need is you on some gossip website without your dress on. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started this.” “I’ll share the blame. I climbed in your lap.”