His raspy laughter in her ear warmed her stomach, and she shrieked when he pushed his temple against her cheek to smear the paint onto her skin. She pushed back, reaching her brush for the paint can, but he caught her wrist, tugged her waist close to him, and swallowed her laughter with his lips against hers. Jodi’s chest shook, like an aftershock following a quake. She gasped in air, and Julian’s tongue brushed across hers.
