She quirks a brow. “Like a proper gentleman?”
“Exactly.” I reach her side and she looks so goddamn tempting I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her, picking up where we left off last week. My cock twitches at the prospect, but since she just labeled me a gentleman, I go in for a hug instead, soaking up her sweet floral scent as her soft body molds to mine. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks.” She pulls back and gives me a slow once-over. “I wasn’t sure what to wear, so hopefully this is okay.”
I glance at her ankle boots and give silent thanks they don’t have heels.
“It’s perfect.”
I help her into the Jeep and then I adjust my swelling cock as I make my way around to the driver’s side. What is it about this woman that turns me into a walking hard-on?
That would be everything.
She flashes me a grin as I climb in and shut the door. “Nice ride.”
“It belongs to Reid,” I admit, buckling up. “He lets me borrow it occasionally.”
“That’s generous of him.”
“Reid’s a good dude. He’d give a stranger the shirt off his back.”
“And you wouldn’t?” Piper shoots me a pointed look, but doesn’t press. I don’t have a large circle of friends, but the ones I have are all standup guys. I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Next time, we can take my car. It’s not pretty, but it runs.”
My heart skips as I put the Jeep in gear. “Next time?”
As if realizing her slipup, she flushes. “Of course, it’ll depend on how things go today.”
“Of course.”
“Speaking of which, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
Not a chance. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”
She groans and tosses her head back as we pull out of the complex. “At least give me a hint.”
“What would be the fun in that?” I point the Jeep north and reach around to grab the small box off the floor in the back. “Do me a favor and open this up.”
Her brows knit together, but she takes the package. “You…want me to open your mail?”
I chuckle. “Trust me. You’ll be glad you did.”
She removes the tape and when she opens the box to find a plastic tub of cookies, her eyes go wide. “Oh, my God. This is a care package, isn’t it?”
My throat tightens. That she even has to ask is a fucking travesty, but I don’t want to ruin the moment and something tells me she wouldn’t take kindly to being pitied.
“My mom likes to bake.” I gesture to the container sitting in her lap. “Try one. Rumor has it they’re pumpkin chocolate chip.”
It’s one of my favorite cookies and my mom makes them by the tray load every fall.
She hesitates, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. “You really don’t mind?”
“They’re meant to be shared.” I reach over and gently squeeze her thigh. It’s as much to reassure her as it is to silence the part of me that’s desperate to touch her. She opens the container and the scent of pumpkin spice fills the Jeep. My stomach growls like one of Pavlov’s dogs, and she grins. “I should probably warn you; they’re addicting.”
Piper grabs two cookies and offers one to me.
“Ladies first.” Sure, it’s good manners, but the truth is, I enjoy watching my girl eat.
She bites into the cookie carefully, one hand cupped underneath to catch any crumbs, and when it hits her tongue, her eyes roll back in her head. Her throat bobs delicately as she chews, and when she swallows, she turns back to me.
