Page 88 of The Keeper and I
“Areyousureyoudon’t want me to drive you to your photoshoot?” Jordan asked, approaching Laci from behind and putting his arms around her.
“I’m sure.” She met his gaze in the bathroom mirror before she turned her head to kiss his arm. “I don’t want you to be late for the match. Plus, Jax is already on the way.”
He moved her hair away from her face so he could kiss her cheek. “I guess that means no time for preemptive Valentine’s celebrations.”
“Preemptive?” she laughed. “We’re already two weeks late thanks to you.”
He feigned offense. “I don’t control the Europa Conference League schedule!”
“You’re right, I’ll write a strongly worded letter to UEFA. I simply cannot allow them to take my boyfriend all the way to Austria when he’s supposed to be home giving me orgasms.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make up for it tonight.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
He let his lips trail down over the soft skin of her neck, his lower belly tightening at the sigh that escaped her throat. When he glanced up, he saw her eyes fluttering in the mirror. She opened them with a snap and met his gaze.
“Seriously, babe. Later.”
He groaned. “Fine.”
He backed off and she picked up her earrings from the counter.
“Do I look alright?” she asked. “They told me to come with no makeup on, but this is my first Charlotte Tilbury and I—”
He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him, away from the mirror. He locked onto her gaze. “You’re gonna smash it, angel.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile, and she stood on her toes to kiss him. “Who’re you playing today?”
“Brighton. Tough match, but I think we’ll be alright.”
“You’re gonna smash it.”
He kissed her again, but before they could get carried away, she drew back. “I’m gonna change my top. Will you check my phone and see if Jax is getting close?”
“Your outfit is perfect,” he argued.
“I thought of something better. Please, Jordan.” Her eyes were pleading.
The way she said please should have been illegal. It gave her far too much power over him. “Alright. Where’s your phone?”
“Kitchen counter. I’ll be changed before you can miss me.”
He kissed her forehead and padded out. Her phone’s pink case stood out on his dark countertop. He picked it up and checked her messages. There were a couple from her brother.
Jax:A bit behind, London traffic is shit
Jax:As usual
A few minutes later there was another.
Jax:I’m five minutes away. But I swear I’m moving, fuck’s sake
Jordan wrote back, letting Jax know who was texting and that Laci was almost ready. After he pressed send, he noticed her inbox full of messages from an unsaved number. The message preview told him right away that it was Dane. Hardly thinking, Jordan opened them and began reading.
Are you going to the match today?
I’ll be there