Page 105 of Smoke Screen
That was him.
“Stop thinking,” she said. “I can feel you thinking.”
He turned back, nearly bumping into her. Her wild, looping curls fell over her shoulders and he tugged.
“Can I tell you, I’ve had some fantastic fantasies about your hair.” He slipped his hand into the mass, burying himself in the softness. “God, it’s so soft.”
Tilting her head, she rested against his fingers. “I love that you like it. Some days, I hate it. Total frizz-fest.”
Oh, he liked it. He’d like it even more spread across his pillow. Keeping his hand in place, he dipped his head, let his lips glide over hers.
Slow. He wanted slow. Wanted to shut his goddamned brain off, give his body a minute to decompress. To relax and enjoy this woman who’d turned out to be a major surprise.
The one who might, if she hadn’t done it already, upend his life.
She worked her hands under his T-shirt, lifting the hem, dragging her fingers up his torso, and he fought the urge to let loose. To crush her against him and invade her mouth with his tongue.
A million times he’d done this. Why was this time such a battle? Such a freaking war with his own body?
Maddy helped him out by taking charge darting her tongue into his mouth, then sliding it out again and sending his body into all sorts of havoc.
Her fingers climbed higher, the soft tips moving over his skin and nipples and he got so hard his mind zonked. He let out a moan, and she inched back, grinning at him.
He might love her.
Phinny, Phinny, Phinny.
He helped her lift his shirt off and she explored his chest, her fingers gliding over his pecs, his biceps, his abs that he damned near killed himself for.
Fucking sit-ups suddenly seemed worth it.
“I knew it,” she said. “I knew you’d be stunning.”
All part of the job.
He dove in again, kissing her hard, inching her to the bed until her legs hit it and she fell back, her eyes wide with shock. She burst out laughing and the sound bounced off the walls like a thousand—a million—fucking angels singing.
Laughter. In his space. Another thing that had been missing.
Oh yeah. If she’d let him, he just might love her.
Still laughing,Maddy sat up. Every second of being near Phin felt easy.
Good.
Right.
“You make everything fun,” she told him.
He offered a shy smile. Not the flashing, player one. This one was the anti-CC one with a bit of boyishness. “Let’s hope the trend continues.”
From the second she’d met him, he’d been charming and flirty and fun. Now, when he looked at her, when he looked right into her eyes, he somehow made her believe she’d be okay.
Always.
Go figure. Brainiac Maddy and a player.
He peered down at her sleeveless shirt and jeans, waved a finger at them. “You have way too many clothes on.”
