“Huh?”
“You look like you’re overthinking something.”
“I don’t overthink things.”
“Uh huh.” I pinned her with a knowing look.
“I don’t!”
I held her gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. She forgot I was best friends with the king of overthinking. I knew what that look of hers meant.
“Tell me what you were thinking about then... since you weren’t overthinking anything,” I teased.
Her shoulders sagged, and her head tipped back. “Ugh! Fine. But don’t make fun of me.”
I wouldn’t make a promise I knew I couldn’t keep. I rolled my lips together tightly to contain my mirth.
“I was just thinking that maybe we should set some ground rules.”
A laugh burst through my lips. What was her obsession with rules all of a sudden? “More rules?”
“Stop laughing at me.” She broke into a smile. “Yes, more rules. Some of the old rules don’t apply anymore and if this is going to be an ongoing thing, I think we should discuss—”
I cut her off, flinging droplets of water at her. I chuckled at the stunned look she gave me. “You know I hate rules,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed into a glare. “Think of them like guidelines,” she answered, her glare turning into a sweet smile. I didn’t understand the change in her expression until it was too late.
The glass she’d been rinsing, half full of water, was upended over my head. She bit back a laugh, waiting for my reaction. My shirt was soaked, and water dripped from my hair, down my face to the floor. I spluttered and shook my head back and forth like a dog shaking off water, droplets flying. Eve squealed, still smiling.
I sized her up. I wanted her to be comfortable and if making up some ridiculous rules for me to adhere to made her feel better, then fine. Maybe it even got her off a little, thinking she could tell me what I could and couldn’t do. I didn’t mind as long as I got rewarded when I behaved, but that didn’t mean I’d always fall right into line for her. I enjoyed putting up a little bit of a fight.
My hand gripped the counter, the other reaching toward the sink. “You’ll find that I can follow guidelines with the right incentives. But princess”—I leaned in closer—“don’t think for a second that you’re going to get away with doing whatever you want.”
I snatched the spray head from the sink and angled it toward her, pressing the button and soaking her and the kitchen in a spray of water. She screeched and ran, but I sprayed until she was out of reach, shutting off the water and chasing her into the living room.
I caught her arm, and she spun toward me, her eyes sparking with mischief. Her hand lifted to the back of my neck and before I could lean in to kiss that wicked grin off her face, there was cool water dripping down the back of my shirt. I grasped her wrist, pulling the sponge from her hand and tossing it into the kitchen. She must have had it in her hand when she ran, and I hadn’t noticed.
She giggled, breathing rapidly as her eyes caught mine. “Don’t mess with me, O’Connor,” she warned, trying to pull away. “I’m soaked.”
I licked my lips, taking in her disheveled appearance. Her top was wet, the white material shear and clinging to the curve of her breasts.
Damn.
I pulled her tight against me, wrapping an arm around her back, smiling when she squealed at my rough treatment. I took advantage of her distraction and slid a finger into the bottom of her romper, sliding her thong to the side as I rubbed my fingers over her. “Not soaked, yet. But I think I can fix that.”
I took my wet t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. She stared up at me, lust warring with her desire to put me in my place. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hard kiss.
“You think you can get away with spraying me with water?”
I reached around her to the zipper on the back and gave it a swift tug. “Don’t start things you can’t finish,” I muttered against her neck.
“You’re the one who started it!” she exclaimed. I pulled her romper down, sliding it past her thighs, letting it pool on the carpet at our feet.
“And I’ll make sure to finish it.” My fingers gripped the flesh of her hips, pulling her tight against me so she could feel exactly how I would finish things. She smiled up at me, unbuttoning my shorts and cupping me firmly over my boxers.
I claimed her mouth with mine, diving into her scent. My palm skated down her spine, resting on her ass as she pushed my shorts down my hips. I squeezed, forcing her to arch into me, melding her against my hips.
The way she looked in this thong and bra was driving me wild. All dark smooth skin against the black lace. Her hands skimmed over me. Down my shoulder blades, skating over my back.
