Page 96 of Never Date A Player
I slide my arm around his waist and kiss his jaw. I’m pretty sure the possessive guy thing is as rare for Lewis as having a girlfriend.
Jaeger squeezes Cali close. “No need. Got all I want right here.” He kisses the top of her golden-red hair, gazing at her adoringly.
Thank God Jaeger moved back into his house. Cali’s been staying with him most nights and it’s a good thing. I never heard unwanted noises from the tent, but the way these two talk sex with their eyes, I’m thanking my lucky stars they weren’t crashing in the loft.
“You are beautiful.” Lewis kisses my lips. “You stole my ability to speak, think, or act responsibly when I saw you sitting at Zach’s table. You’re hot in high-water sweatpants and heels. In this—” His gaze rakes my figure. “I’m done for.”
“Not many can pull off wrinkled sweatpants and heels,” I say saucily.
“Exactly my point.” He grins.
I have kind of turned his life upside down. I sure as hell caused complications. But his life was stuck. I just sort of unstuck it—forcefully. And he changed my life for the better too.
I rise on my tippy toes—which isn’t far, because Mom selected five-inch heels to match the dress—and kiss him on the lips, lingering. “Thank you for making it work, even when I pushed you away.”
“Always, only try not to do that anymore,” he says. “Easy would be nice every once in a while.”
“Easy is my middle name.” He gives me a sidelong glance. “Just look at my dress—” I point to my outfit. “It spells E-A-S-Y.”
His eyes glaze over as he takes in the outfit again. “Mmm,” he murmurs near my ear, and kisses the spot beneath. “I do like this dress.”
“Genevieve!” my mom calls from inside the chapel.
They’re inside already? I didn’t even notice them leave, thanks to dirty thoughts about my naughty boyfriend.
Since when did my mom become the respectable one? My, how the tables have turned.
Turning tables is good.
