Page 58 of Devious Lies

I get up from the sofa in the living room, where I just logged onto my laptop, and I walk to the kitchen.

The layout is open, so I have a view of everything she is doing.

Sunlight is streaming in from the huge windows, and I pause.

I haven’t spent a lot of time with Maria outside in the daylight.

This is really the first time I’ve observed her in full sunshine.

And holy fuck.

She takes my breath away.

I never really notice because I’m over six feet, but Maria is tall for a woman. She has long, curvy legs that drive me insane.

I want to lick them.

Bite them.

I want to feel them squeezing me tight while I pull on her hair.

That fucking hair. It’s so damn beautiful.

Her glossy hair is usually so dark, I thought it might be black.

But it’s not.

It’s a riot of colors this morning. A chestnut brown with dozens of lighter highlights running through it. They are every shade from gold to caramel to a burned sort of auburn.

I'm stunned. She's even more beautiful than I know.

Her almond-shaped eyes are a deep, velvet brown. And she has short thick lashes, way darker than her hair, but still brown, circling them.

A couple of freckles dance across her nose and I'm dying to kiss them.

Her bottom lip is bigger than her top lip, but I know that already. I love how they feel when I kiss her.

Her skin is bronze and know it’s just her because I’ve seen her naked and she has no tan lines.

The thought of her nude sunbathing runs through my brain, and I frown. But I shake it off.

She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ears.

Fuck, my heart stutters inside my chest.

She looks so sweet. This is not the girl I think I know. The sinful and seductive one.

My throat closes. I can’t speak even if I wanted to.

She is so stunning.

Gorgeous.

Mind-numbing.

I wonder why she uses whatever product that is that washes down my drain every time she shampoos her hair.

It’s criminal. Her hair is too pretty to cover up like that.

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