Page 65 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“I’d rather have my face between your thighs when you do that.”
“I’m serious, Lewis. We crossed a line here. What do we do about it?”
His mouth and eyebrows scrunch slightly at what I’ve said. Then he crawls back up to lie down next to me. He brushes a chunk of hair out of my face, the super-soft touch sending goose bumps all over my skin.
“It doesn’t feel that way, not to me,” he says. “Where we’re at now feels a million times better than where we were. Because now I get to touch you. I get to kiss you. I get to do all the things that I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you.”
He rests his palm over my heart. “All I want is more of that, Harper—more of you.”
He speaks with a softness and conviction that leaves me breathless. It’s enough to shut off the problem-solving part of my brain, to shove away every worry and focus on just how much I want him in this moment, in every moment.
I decide to take Maren’s advice. To try living in the moment. To appreciate that I’m hooking up with a hot celebrity. To enjoy it for what it is.
I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly pull his hand away so I can close the space between us, and I kiss him until we’re both panting and moaning. He slinks his way back down to where he started, and I lose myself in the sensations, in the pleasure, in the feel of his mouth on my body. I’ll have to thank Maren the next time I see her...
“This place is really coming together,” Lewis says after chugging a glass of water in the kitchen.
I stand up from the crouched position I’ve been in for the past few minutes while painting the bottom edges of the walls in the living room. When I take in the state of the renovation, I can’t help but beam. The two of us have accomplished a ton over the past two months. The flooring is finished, the kitchen cabinets are fixed, the shower tile in the hallway bathroom has been replaced, half of the new light fixtures have been installed, and the walls in the living room and kitchen have been painted. All that’s left to do is paint the bedrooms, install the rest of the light fixtures once they’re delivered, and strip the white paint from the fireplace.
“I can’t believe how good it looks already,” I say.
Lewis walks over, grabs me by the waist, and spins me to face him. He hugs me tight against his body. “I can’t believe how goodyoulook.”
I laugh. “I’m covered in paint and wearing your old T-shirt.”
“Hot.”
He leads me in a filthy kiss. This is how our days usually go ever since we jumped each other’s bones. Between renovation projects, we steal kisses and grope each other, often breaking in the middle of the day to have sex. And in the morning. And in the evening.
It’s the single greatest work schedule I’ve ever had.
When we pull apart, Lewis starts to ask what I want for dinner, but then my phone rings. Mom.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
I mouth “one sec” to Lewis, and he flashes a thumbs-up.
“Sweetie! It’s been so long since you called. How are things going at the house?”
“Pretty good. Can’t wait to show you guys what it looks like when it’s done.”
“Oh we’re dying to see it! But hey, how about you take a break sometime? Maybe tomorrow? You could come over for dinner. We’d love to see you. It’s been ages since your last visit, and Uncle Pedro misses you a lot.”
Guilt radiates through me. I’ve been so busy working on the house and hooking up with Lewis that visiting my family has fallen to the wayside.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Dinner tomorrow night sounds perfect.”
“Wonderful! We can’t wait.”
We end the call withI love yous, and I hang up. When I look up at Lewis, I feel yet another pang of guilt. We’ve spent every evening together ever since he moved in. Even before things got romantic between us, we shared almost every meal. It feels wrong to ditch him.
“Do you want to have dinner with my family tomorrow night?” I ask before I can think too hard and stop myself.
Lewis’s brow rises slightly, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Yeah. But only if you want to,” I say when I pick up on the hesitation in his body language.
But the thought of seeing Lewis with my family makes me giddy and warm all at once. I’ve never felt that way about having a guy meet my family before.
