Page 47 of Broken Rules
Fuck, I want her so damn bad.
Checking my watch, I glance at the door again, and Evie rushes outside with her duffle bag on her shoulder, turning to lock the door. I get out, jogging up the pathway, and she gasps when I grip the strap of her bag to take to the trunk.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She smirks, removing her key. “Not scared. You surprised me.”
I nod, gesturing for her to go ahead, and this time she laughs, shaking her head. “A kind gesture, or getting your peach fill?”
“My peach fill?”
“Yeah, that’s why you call me peaches, isn’t it?” She runs her fingers through her hair, swaying her hips while walking. “You can’t get enough of my peach.”
Damn right, I can’t.
“Would you be disappointed if I said it wasn’t?”
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “No. More like intrigued.”
We reach the car, Evie gets inside, and the driver pops the trunk. I brought a few snacks for our flight, so I dip into my duffle, drawing out her favorite sweets, and slip it into my pocket.
“All set,” I say to our driver once I settle in my seat, and he instantly backs out of the driveway.
Our bodies rock once he takes a sharp turn onto the road, and I glance at Evie with wide eyes as she places her hand over her smile.
She shifts closer, pins and needles prickling my skin, when she leans into my side to whisper in my ear, “Angry much? I didn’t take that long, did I?” His eyes flick to the rearview mirror, and Evie’s cheeks burn red before hiding her face into my shoulder, trying to hold in her laugh. “Oh shit.”
I chuckle, missing her scent as she slides back to her side. “You know the middle seat is the safest spot to sit. As your official bodyguard for the next forty-eight hours, I advise you to slip on over here.”
Crossing her arms, she smirks, leaning her back on the door. “Is that right? But then I wouldn’t have a window to stare out to help pass the time.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I have something to help pass your time.”
Evie rolls her eyes and faces the window again. “I’m sure you do.”
Drawing out the peach rings, I make extra noise while opening the bag. “Suit yourself, then. I’ll finish these all on my own.”
She gasps, scooting to my side in seconds, staring at my hands, and I hold up the bag when she reaches for one. “Hands to yourself, missy.”
“Please,” she pleads, and I grin.
“Alright, I’ll give you one, but you gotta close your eyes and hold out your palm.”
“What? Really?” I don’t budge until she sighs and does as I say. “Fine. Can I have at least a couple?”
Grabbing one, I take half of it between my teeth, stretching it until it breaks and placing the other half on her palm. “There you go, Peaches.”
She looks down, her brows furrowing before she gazes into my eyes. “Peaches…”
“The best-tasting peach I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
Her smile’s instant, then she takes the peach ring between her teeth, my grin fading when she pushes forward, her hand pressing on my thigh, tits touching my shoulder as she pauses by my lips. I swallow hard, my dick growing harder as I close the distance to retrieve the sweet substance from her mouth, my tongue brushing sugar from her bottom lip, but she inches back before I can taste her sweetness.
“Mm, you’re right,” she purrs, chewing the candy. “The best-tasting peach I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
Before I can respond, the driver arrives at the departures drop-off, and Evie leaves the car.
Fuck, what just happened?
