I can’t answer him, because one more tug and the shirt comes over his head and is dropped onto the floor.
And my mouth drops right along with it.
Because Maverick’s body…holy hell.
I felt his bare chest this morning in bed, but I didn’t get a look. And right now, I’m getting an eyeful.
The visuals are impressive. From his muscled chest to his washboard abs, his body doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat. My gaze drags further down—past his abs to the dark trail of hair leading into his gym shorts.
Maverick’s voice gets my attention. “Hey. Hannah. Up here.”
“Uh-huh.”
I look up to find him shaking with laughter.
I know I must be beet red. “I was just…”
“Objectifying me,” he says, still laughing.
“I was not!” I protest. “I was simply…”
I search for a word that doesn’t prove his point, and he stands motionless and waits.
“Admiring!” I finally say. “I was admiring your hard work to get a body like that.”
His eyes brighten. “I appreciate the compliment for my ‘hard’ work.”
I pick up a pillow and toss it at him. It hits the toe of his sneaker.
He bends down and picks it up. “Is this fair game?” he teases me. “Can I throw it back at you?”
I start walking backward. “Sure.”
In a second, the pillow is flying straight for me. I keep backing up until my legs hit the bed, and I catch the pillow in my arms as I collapse onto the mattress.
Maverick advances upon me until he cages me in with both his hands resting on the mattress on either side of my body.
The air around us thickens, and I want nothing more than Maverick’s hands all over me. My lightweight clothing feels far too heavy, and I want to rip it off of me.
His dark eyes fix on me, and I feel myself tremble under his gaze.
We’re both breathing heavily as he continues to stare at me.
His mouth is the closest it’s ever been to mine, and I drop my gaze to his lips as he murmurs, “I like your tank top.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Welcome.” He leans in closer.
And closer. Until…
His lips graze mine.
A quick closed-mouth peck, and his lips are gone. Before I can even react, he’s standing and heading for the shower.
“What was that for?” I call after him.
“A birthday kiss.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
