Page 35 of Broken Rules
“My dad used to take me here as a kid. Though it’s not the same as our spot in Cali, this location is the closest he could get and was the only time I was happy. I assume that’s why he tried to take me often. Maybe to ensure I’d never lose my smile.” She sighs, maneuvering flat on her back, staring at the sunset sky. “I haven’t been here since he left when I was twelve.”
I mimic her, shifting closer, and she turns her head to face me. The sadness in her eyes makes my chest tighten, wishing I could ease her pain.
“My pops used to take me here before he took over his business. We’d rent a boat and fish for hours, talking, not talking, just enjoying the atmosphere and each other’s company.”
Evie rests her hand on my palm, trailing her fingers with mine until they intertwine, and her touch feels perfect. I lift her hand to kiss the back, then we face each other more, and my heart skips as she raises her other hand to touch my cheek. The second her eyes flick to my lips, her gaze darkens, and the fire within burns even more. I take hold of her side, easing down to her lower back, and her lips part as I draw her toward me, her leg lifting to rest on my hip.
“Lex…”
“Yes?” I ask, moving my face closer as her breathing increases, her fingers pressing onto my chest and sliding up my neck.
“What are you thinking about? This very moment.”
I knead the bare skin above her jeans, dipping the tips of my fingers into the denim. “How badly I want to kiss you.”
She hums, then whispers, “How badly?”
Lifting to hover above, I sweep a few strands of hair from her temple, waiting for her cue, hoping she’ll give me one, and the second she smiles, I do the same, dipping forward, capturing her lips with mine. There’s no hesitation, no resistance, and my stomach flips when she moans, opening up for my tongue to enter. I want to be greedy and keep her all to myself—to be the first, last, the only man to taste these lips.
To never stop.
Our kiss turns urgent as she runs her hands along my sides, wrapping her legs around my waist to draw my body closer, and fuck do I want to be inside her. I buck forward, making her pant against my lips, our tongues lapping as my hardened cock digs between her thighs, and I do it again to hear her whine. Her head falls back, and I tend to her neck, kissing her sweet-scented skin, groaning as she pushes me lower, lingering between her perfect tits.
I gaze into her eyes before lifting her shirt, kissing her stomach, admiring her nipples as they pebble from the cool air, and take one into my mouth, making her squirm beneath my touch while I tend to the other. I want to taste more of her, so I move lower, kissing and licking her abdomen, digging my fingers into her sides as I place myself on the ground and hook my fingers into the loops of her jeans.
We’re both panting as I wait for the next cue, hovering above her pussy, rubbing her thighs, ready to remove the barrier in my way.
She shakes her head, lowering her shirt and sitting straight. “I’m sorry, Lex.”
My brows furrow and I stand, taking hold of the side of her neck. “No, don’t be sorry. Everyone has their own pace, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”
Her teary gaze moves between mine. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Peaches.”
She rolls her eyes, a slight smile emerging, and I’ll take an annoyed smirk over her frowning any day. “It’s getting dark,” she says, sliding to the ground. “We should head back to Portland.”
If only there were more time in a day. “Okay.”
There’s so much I want to learn about her, but the ride back feels like mere seconds, not much time to converse as I pull into the parking lot. I can’t stop thinking about her lips, how she tastes, and when I can again. Would she let me kiss her goodnight? Will she get written up for leaving work early? Lose her job? Shit. I park my Mustang along the back where we left, and my stomach stirs when Evie doesn’t attempt to leave just yet.
“I had a good time tonight.”
“Same here. I’m glad I was able to convince you to come with me.”
She presses her lips together to stifle a smile, and I want nothing more than for her to let it shine. “Is that one of your puns?”
I chuckle and smirk. “No pun intended. Though…” leaning closer, I whisper into her ear, “you would’ve definitely come with me.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, tilting her head to the side so our lips are inches apart. “And how sure are you about that?”
“As sure as I want to kiss you again.”
Her smile brightens, and she lifts to swipe my hair away from my forehead before gripping a handful at the top. “That badly?”
“Mm, damn, you have no idea the things I’d do to taste those lips again.”
“Anything?”
