She glances around, then lifts a hand to her hair.
"You've got a little—"
"Right." She smooths her hair down, though it's not doing any good. Her hair is a mess, but somehow she manages to look even more beautiful with her hair falling out of a ponytail, her face flushed, her lips swollen from kissing.
"I mean the paint," I say, realizing I should have just shut the hell up. "You've got some—"
"On my face?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
She rubs a spot on her temple.
"Here?"
"No."
I reach out and touch a spot on her jaw, then her cheek, wiping the smear away.
Her lips part.
Her breath comes a little faster.
"Anywhere else?"
"Your nose."
I wipe a streak of pale yellow from the bridge of her nose.
"Anything else?"
"Maybe—"
Before I can finish, her mouth is on mine.
It catches me off-guard, and she takes advantage, kissing me hard and deep.
I slide a hand behind her neck, drawing her closer, and kiss her back.
Finally, she eases back, her teeth scraping over my lower lip.
"I wanted to see,” she murmurs.
"See what?"
She shrugs and turns away from me.
But I know.
Because what the hell happened here tonight?
Did I just have sex with Paige Richards?
Did I just have sex with my best friend's sister? My tenant?
This woman who's been driving me out of my mind since the moment she came back to town?
