I textRowan a quick “on my way” and jump into my Jeep.
When I get home, I find him standing in the middle of my loft, sexy as sin smirk in place, wearing nothing but one of my painting smocks.
Jars of what look like different colors of paint line the kitchen island counter.
“Hey there, Sunshine.”
A startled laugh leaves my lips. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Filming wrapped for the Lakeside schedule,” he shrugs. “Thought we could celebrate.”
“By painting?” I cross my arms. “You don’t paint.”
He slowly starts stalking my way. “Thought maybe you could help me practice.”
My heart ka-thumps. “I’m… out of canvases.”
He drags his gaze down my body and back up again. “Not… exactly.”
His meaning dawns on me, catching my breath in my throat.
Jeez, Louise, the heat radiating from his hazel eyes could melt glass.
“Ro,” I swallow hard, trying to maintain my usual snark despite the sudden, pooling of heat between my legs. “Are you telling me you bought body paint?”
“Edible body paint,” he corrects, prowling forward. He reaches out, large hands settling firmly on my hips. The rough, paint-stained smock brushes against me, and I can clearly feel the thick, hard ridge of his arousal.
Yep. Definitely naked underneath.
“I figured since I’m always admiringyourart,” he murmurs, thumbs tracing the sliver of bare skin where my shirt is riding up, “it’s only fair I get to paint my own masterpiece.”
“Yeah, well. I’ve got some pretty high standards when it comes to art,” I murmur as my hands land on his solid chest, slipping just inside the edges of the smock to touch his smooth, hot skin.
“Good thing I’m a perfectionist.” He dips his head, brushing his lips up my neck to my ear. “Take your clothes off, Sunshine. Let me paint you.”
My pulse hammers a frantic beat in the divot of my throat as I take a few deliberate steps back. “Well,” I say, voice a husky whisper. “If it’s for the sake of art.”
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I slowly pull it up and over my head, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
Jaw pulsing, Rowan tracks my every move, eyes flashing with wolfish intent. I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of my jeans, leaving myself standing before him in nothing but a scrap of lacy blue underwear.
I saunter over to the kitchen island, swaying my hips just enough to keep his hungry gaze glued to my body.
Scanning the lineup of little jars, I reach for the bright red one. “So you want to play with edible paint, huh?” I ask.
Popping off the lid, I drop it onto the counter with a softthwackand tilt my head. “Use me as your canvas?”
He slowly stalks a step closer, voice dropping an octave. “Fuck, yes.”
Dipping my index finger into the thick, glossy liquid, I bring it to my lips. Sucking the tip into my mouth, I swirl my tongue, savoring its sweetness. “Mmmm. Strawberry. Not bad.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils dilating as they track me slowly dragging my finger out of my mouth. But before he can make another move, I dip three fingers into the jar and lunge, swiping paint across his smug, sexy mouth.
Rowan freezes, blinking in shock, sticky red paint smeared across his lips and chiseled jaw.
I burst out laughing, dancing just out of reach. “Looks like your face is the canvas now, Hollywood.”
A mischievous smile slides across his face as a low, feral growl vibrates from his chest. “Oh, you aresogoing to pay for that, Sunshine.”
