Free Finding the Right Girl (A Nice GUY to Love spin-off) by Violet Duke Page A

she launched the whipped cream toward the dining room and bolted in the opposite direction toward the sliding patio door.
    Clever little prey. Too bad she put too much stock in the bottle of whipped cream.
    He snagged her by the belt loop and crushed her body back against his. The sudden explosion of ear-singeing curse words at full soprano intermixed with those drunken fairy giggles of hers had a ball of laughter building in his chest.
    Naturally, she followed that up with the last possible thing he expected.
    Rather than attempt to escape, she instead spun around and grabbed the two sides of his half-buttoned flannel shirt—or as Skylar called it, his country music award outfit—and rammed her face into the opening, smooshing her face against the t-shirt he wore underneath, and wrapping the two flannel sides around her head like a protective bubble from any whipped cream retaliation. Her laughter continued, of course, buried though it was against his chest.
    “This is your defense of choice,” he burst out laughing, “the ostrich head in the sand move?”
    He took a few steps forward and cracked up harder when she shuffled back quickly to keep pace. He was certain if the girls were to happen upon in the house now, hopped up on candy as he was sure they’d be, they’d freak out thinking they were seeing an ass-backward centaur.
    Two muffled words vibrated against his sternum.
    “What was that? Was that an ‘I’m sorry?’”
    That smoked her out. “I said, ‘You’re welcome,’” she flung out quickly before diving back in.
    Not nearly quick enough, however.
    An indignant cry pierced the air as he smeared a dollop of salvaged whipped cream down across her face.
    “Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead between chuckles. “That was the first belly-deep laugh I’ve had in years.”
    She gave him an adorably disgruntled pout before using his t-shirt to wipe her face, and then smiling back at him from ear to ear. “You should laugh like that more.” Her eyes twinkled up at his. “It sounds good on you.”
     
     
     
    S UDDENLY, SHE FELT his thumb stroke over the corner of her lip to wipe away a smudge of whipped cream. And without even realizing she was doing it, her tongue flicked out and curled around the pad of his thumb.
    Oh my.
    An intense fireball of hunger flashed, burned in his eyes and then without a sound, he pivoted, grabbed her hand and walked her to his bedroom.
    The door slammed shut behind him, cloaking them in darkness.
    “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
    God, his voice had dropped even lower, to a sexy thunder down under rumble.
    “Crazy in a good way or a bad way?” she managed to ask as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
    “Both.” He circled slowly around her as if she were a dangerous animal…he was getting ready to pounce on. “You have no filter whatsoever. Not with what you do or say, and especially not with how you react.”
    “That’s not my fault. You can just point that finger at yourself buddy,” she grumbled back before snapping her mouth shut.
    Alright, so maybe he was right about the filter thing.
    “ What? ”
    Man, if looks could strip. She’d never felt this naked before, this out of control. Inwardly, she sighed. The guy just brought out the uncivilized in her.
    Oh well, she came this far, may as well see where this ride ends. “You heard me.” Her chin came up defiantly. “I can’t think when you talk in that ridiculously sexy voice. Or when your biceps suddenly double in size in the middle of even the simplest of tasks like lifting a coffee mug. And don’t get me started on your eyes. My god, I almost walked into a wall the last time you smiled and your eyes went from that soft ocean blue to deep turquoise. I mean who does that?!”
    It was like she just couldn’t stop talking.
    When he came to a standstill and simply stared at her like she’d lost her mind, she huffed. “It’s simply not reasonable to expect a girl to have a