He pulled out the ring and held it in his big hand. “If you don’t like it, we can get you something else.”
“No! I mean, I love it. You just took me off guard, that’s all,” she said, softening her voice. What woman wouldn’t adore this ring? Of course, she wouldn’t keep it after the marriage ended. That would be all kinds of wrong, but the fact that he’d thought of buying it at all was touching.
This man constantly surprised her, from backing her up with Hannah the other night to insisting on a big wedding and real marriage, and now with the ring. He wasn’t the arrogant playboy he wanted people to think he was based on his past behavior. He was a good guy, a decent man, and he cared about what she thought, felt, and wanted. She almost wished his public persona was the real Jaxon Prescott. He would be so much easier to resist.
“Let’s see if it fits.”
She held out her hand, grateful for the manicure she’d had last week, and he slid the ring onto her finger.
“A little snug but better than big. I’d die if I had to worry about losing it,” she said, wiggling her fingers. “God, Jaxon, it’s incredible.”
He blew out a relieved breath. “I’m glad you like it. So officially, Macy Walker, will you marry me?”
“Considering I already bought the dress, yes.” She met his gaze and grinned.
He held her hands in his. “Did you know that you have an amazing smile?”
She blinked in surprise, feeling his compliment straight down to her toes.
“And I like kissing your sexy lips,” he said in a gruff voice.
She liked him kissing her, too. “You don’t say?” Her pulse began a rapid beat and excitement built up inside her chest.
His slow smile evidenced his intent as he moved in close, his mouth hovering over hers. Before she could back out, she rose and met his lips with hers. Still feeling the heaviness of the ring on her finger that marked them as a couple, she parted her lips, and soon their tongues touched, tangled, and sparks flew throughout her body.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her roughly against him, the hard lines of his chest pressing against her softer curves. Her stomach twisted with desire, and he clearly felt the same, because his hand cupped the back of her head, and he held her tightly against him as his mouth devoured hers.
With a growl, he moved his lips, kissing his way down her jawline to her ear, nuzzling the sensitive skin, making her tremble, and her nipples rubbed against his chest, arousing her even more. He worked his way back up to her mouth, their lips joining once more.
“Eew! Get a room! Is this what I’m going to have to live with?” Hannah stomped into the hallway, making her presence known.
Though Macy attempted to pull back, Jaxon kept a firm grip on her waist. “I just brought your sister her ring. Want to see?”
Some of the irritation left Hannah’s expression, replaced by definite interest. “I guess,” she said begrudgingly.
Macy stepped away from Jaxon and this time he let her go. She approached her sister, holding out her hand for Hannah to see.
“Holy shit, that’s one huge rock!”
“Hannah, that’s rude!” Macy chastised but Jaxon merely laughed.
“It is, isn’t it?”
She shot him an annoyed glare. Condoning Hannah’s behavior wasn’t going to do them any good. But she had to admit his method worked, because a grin lifted her sister’s lips.
“Wait until my friends see this ring. It’s all over school, you know. That you’re marrying Jaxon Prescott. It’s making me a big deal.” Hannah sounded impressed and Macy wanted to lecture her sister on the difference between real and fake friends, but before she could speak, Jaxon did.
“I know the attention must be cool,” he said, walking over and putting a hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “But the truth is, you want friends who like you for you, not the ones who want to be around you because your sister is marrying a pro baseball player.”
Macy would have said the same thing, but Jaxon’s gentler voice seemed to reach Hannah in a way Macy was having trouble doing lately.
Hannah blinked and nodded. “I get it. Because all of a sudden Hailey Claiborne and Victoria Mason are paying attention to me and including me at lunch.” Hannah bit down on her lower lip. “I’ve been leaving my best friend, Ruby, to eat with them. I guess that’s not cool, huh?”
Jaxon shook his head. “Nope. Not cool.”
Amazed at how easily he’d reached her sister when Macy had been struggling, she just stared at the two of them in shock.
“But the guys are talking to me, too. That’s okay, right?” She looked up at Jaxon with something akin to hero worship.
“It is … as long as they treat you with respect and aren’t just being nice to you in order to get to meet me, only to dump you after. That said, once you’re settled at my place, you could have a few friends over, if it’s okay with your sister.”
Hannah looked at Macy with longing in her eyes. Though she wished this was a conversation she’d been prepared for, she understood how quickly it had come up and how huge it was that Hannah was revealing things about her life to Jaxon. Macy wasn’t about to blow it now.
“It’s fine. I already said you could have friends over, so it’s all good.”
“The guys, too?” Hannah asked, a tinge of disbelief in her voice.
“Outside at the pool.” Not in the movie theater basement. Macy had to draw the line somewhere, and as long as she could see what was going on, she’d agree.
Besides, this conversation had sidetracked Hannah from thinking about catching Macy and Jaxon kissing, and that was a plus.
“Yes!” Hannah fist-pumped her approval.
“Have you started packing?” Jaxon asked.
Not that he knew it, but Macy had put suitcases in Hannah’s room, which she’d deliberately ignored and
