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She emerged from the hallway wearing my T-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and her hair piled up in that knot thing again. Something filled me at the sight of her in some of my clothes I recognized from the night before, but wasn’t entirely sure what it was.
I liked it.
“I brought dinner.” I lifted up the pizza box before I set it down next to the beer on the island.
She put a hand on her hip and cocked that pretty head to the side. “Maybe this roommate thing isn’t so bad.”
Her smile turned me inside out. Real. All for me.
She glided over to me and plucked a beer from the holder. I held the neck and opened it for her, flicking the cap on the counter.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
“I’m gonna go change.” I unzipped a few inches of my coveralls, and her lips parted. “I’m dirty, Easy. Really dirty. Want to help me clean up?”
A little noise of frustration escaped her. “Do you spend all day thinking of ways to get me in the shower with you again?”
“Yep.” I tossed her a wink and sauntered off toward the bathroom. No need to lie when the truth was much better.
“You’re spoiling me.”I set my beer on the coffee table and sank onto the sofa next to Baker. She already had the television show cued up, the pizza box and napkins in front of her.
“You’re killing me. This pizza smells so good, and I’ve had to wait on your slow self before I could start.”
She flipped open the top of the box and scooped a piece of pizza up. I was fascinated as she lifted the slice to her lips like I’d never seen anybody eat before. I’d never seen a mouth like hers, that was for sure.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
I grabbed my own slice and devoured it in a few bites. Baker stared at me. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” I took a long swallow of beer and pointed the bottle toward the dining room table. “Looks like you’ve been busy. You find the perfect shade you were looking for?”
She angled her body toward me and tucked a leg up under her. “I don’t know. I think I’m close.”
Baker abandoned her pizza and scrambled off the sofa over to her work station. She hurried back with a small container of something red in her hands.
“What’s that?” I was afraid at the gleam in her eyes.
“You’re the perfect skin tone to see if this looks right.”
“I am?”
She laughed and if I didn’t watch it, I was going to become addicted to that sound. “Are you afraid of a little lip gloss?”
“Uh, maybe.”
She pried my beer from my fingers and set it on the table next to hers. A waft of her scent intoxicated me when she scooted closer.
“I bet you’ve fought off bears in Wyoming. This is nothing,” she taunted, swiping her finger into the red stuff. “Pucker up.”
“Can’t say no to that.”
She made a face at me. “Not what I meant.”
My response died on my tongue as she ran her finger across my bottom lip. Everything in me tightened to the point I had to ball my fists to keep from grabbing her hips. With slow, torturous movement, she repeated the motion on my top lip. Her eyes were trained on my mouth, her tongue peeking out of the corner of hers in concentration.
She couldn’t do that and expect me to be a gentleman. A smile spread across her lips and I was done for.
