Page 106 of Smoke Screen
She kicked off her sandals. “Better?”
“Those are shoes. Not clothes. You’ll have to try harder.”
“Scandalous!”
He leaned in, trapping her between his arms, and kissed her again, gently nipping her bottom lip and tugging. “How competitive are you?”
“Not much.”
“So, if I challenged you to a race—who can get naked faster—it wouldn’t rev you up?”
“Go!” She ripped her shirt over her head, clocking Phin on the forehead in the process and knocking him back a full step.
“Oh my God!” She hopped up, put her hands on his cheeks, holding his head in place so she could survey the damage. A red spot. Nothing bad.
“I’m so sorry.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed the spot, letting her lips linger. “I’m so, so sorry.”
He brought his arms around her, pulling her close and patting her rear. “I’m fine. All good.”
He dipped his head, trailing kisses along her neck, sliding her bra strap down her shoulder while sliding his hands up her back and—whoopsie—bra unhooked.
Way too good at that.
But she didn’t want to think about that. About how much practice he’d had with other women.Not helping, Maddy.
She shrugged out of the bra, a pretty satin one she’d bought last month as a treat to herself because it made her feel feminine. Sexy.
When around Phin, that’s what she liked to feel, so she’d given it overtime the last few days.
She tossed the bra on the floor, and her fingers found the clasp of his jeans. She popped the button and dealt with the zipper before he stepped back and toed out of his loafers. Waiting while he kicked out of his jeans and removed his socks, she plopped on the bed, slid out of her own jeans and tossed them next to the bra.
Phin pointed at her underwear. A plain white pair with satin edges she instantly regretted wearing today.
“Pretty,” he said.
“Plain,” she said.
“Understated.And pretty.”
“Oh, CC, where have you been all my life?”
He hooked his fingers into her underwear, shoved them down. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”
She stood in front of him, completely naked and vulnerable and he made no effort, zippo, to hide his visual exploration of her body. He placed his hand on her hip, the warmth sending tiny shock waves straight to her already sensitized nipples. He brought her closer, skin to skin, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs.
“These need to go.”
“Amen, sister.”
She worked them down, over his thighs, squatting to pull them off, his erection right there.
On her way back up, she grabbed hold of him, felt the heat of said erection, and imagined him on top of her, all that Phin goodness just for her. “I like that I do this to you. It’s an amazing feeling.”
He blew out a hard breath. “Jeez, Maddy. You’re killing me. You’re amazing. Everything about you. I love it. Before tomorrow morning, I’m doing it.”
“What?”
“My fantasy. You’ll be naked with me on my knees.”
