Flirting with Love(19)

She glanced out the window at the faint light in the distance, thinking about showing Ross how much she wanted him.

Behave.

She settled in on the couch, put her feet up on the coffee table, and set her laptop across her thighs. Elisabeth hadn’t redecorated the house. She liked having memories of her younger years and her aunt everywhere. Cora’s black-and-white family photos still hung on the walls, her crocheted blankets were draped across the furniture, and a breeze swept through the open window. As Elisabeth set to work creating new flyers, she had a sense that she was on the right track.

At ten twenty, she printed a handful of flyers and was too excited to sit still. She wanted to spread the word! She paced her living room, wishing she had a girlfriend to call and celebrate with. She was certain this was a great idea. Elisabeth glanced out the window. Ross’s light was still on. She didn’t let her reasonable, careful mind overtake her excitement about her newly developed plan for finding her footing in Trusty. Ross was the closest thing she had to a friend right now—even if she secretly wished for more. Her heart was beating so fast she could barely breathe as she grabbed a bottle of wine, snagged her keys, the flyers she’d printed, and ran out the door—all the while whispering to herself, Go, go, go!

Elisabeth knocked on Ross’s door with an armful of flyers, a bottle of wine, and a smile on her lips that she had no hope of squelching. Her body hummed with excitement that had her bouncing a little on the porch. Ross opened the door. His eyes swept over her, and the pooches barreled out to greet her. Elisabeth threw caution to the wind and did a little barreling herself, straight into Ross’s bare chest, where she went up on her toes, slammed her eyes shut, and pressed her lips to his. She felt his arms circle her as he deepened the kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues collided. A hungry, masculine groan of appreciation rose from his lungs and made her hot all over. Knight nosed his way between them, and Elisabeth dropped back on her heels, wobbling backward a little.

Ross caught her with one strong arm around her waist.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly, reeling from the kiss that made her legs go weak and her body go hot. The kiss that made her lips numb and her brain foggy. Exactly the type of kiss she’d always dreamed a kiss should be.

“Hi.” His voice was thrillingly seductive and low.

She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, realizing that she’d just forced herself on him.

“I…couldn’t help it. I didn’t plan on kissing you. I wanted to, but…I was so nervous. Then I was excited about my flyers, and then you answered the door looking at me like that, and shirtless. Oh God, you’re shirtless—”

He pulled her against him and took her in another kiss that stole brain cells with every swipe of his delicious tongue, until she could barely think past the next luscious stroke.

“You saved me a trip,” he said against her lips, then kissed her again, sending pinpricks through her entire body.

It was a kiss like no other. Right out of the movies. That moment, that second, that kiss, was without a doubt the best thing she’d ever experienced in her entire life. When they finally came up for air, her senses slowly returned. Ross’s body was hot and hard. Really hard. He smelled even more virile, and all he wore was a pair of mesh shorts that did nothing to hide his impressive arousal.

“If this is what I get for being your friend, what happens if I try to move into the boyfriend realm?”

“You…” Oh God. Boyfriend realm? You can have anything you want. “You get to share my wine and put my flyers on your counter at the clinic.” She leaned against his bare chest, then pressed her lips to his collarbone because she simply couldn’t resist.

“I like that. The kiss, I mean.” He took the bottle from her arms. “I’ve already shared your wine and agreed to share your flyers.”

“Congratulations. You just gained access to the possible boyfriend realm.” She had no idea where her brazen response came from, but she didn’t fight it. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt like she was on the right track on all fronts. She wasn’t worried about what Ross would think of her idea, or the kiss. Oh God, the kiss. The magnificent kiss.

He took her hand and led her across the hardwood foyer to a warm and inviting great room with deep sofas and a see-through fireplace that separated the living room from the dining room. Ranger and Sarge walked by and sprawled on their doggy beds by the couch. Knight followed Ross and Elisabeth through the living room to an open kitchen, separated from the rest of the first floor by a beautiful mahogany and stone bar.

“I was just working out. Sorry if I’m a little ripe.” He grabbed two wineglasses from a glass-front cabinet. “What are we celebrating with wine and kisses?”

In the face of darkness, it was easy to be bold, but in the illuminated kitchen, reality came bearing a blush. Elisabeth laid the flyers on the counter and covered her face with her hand. “Sorry.”

Ross set the glasses down and gathered her in his arms again. He brushed her hair from her shoulder and searched her eyes with his dark brows knitted together, and then he kissed her forehead in the sweet, tender way he had earlier in the evening.

“Don’t be sorry unless it was a onetime thing. In that case, you can be sorry, because it was a damn good kiss, and I’ve been beating myself up for not kissing you earlier.”

“You were?” She breathed a little faster.

“I was.” His hand slid down to the curve of her back, causing her to shiver all over.

Her stomach fluttered. Knight, who hadn’t left her side since she’d arrived, nudged her leg. She reached a hand down and stroked him. “I don’t know what it was, but I hope it wasn’t a onetime thing. I was just so excited that I wanted to tell you my ideas, which now that I’m standing here, seem kind of silly.”

He sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her like she was all he’d ever wanted, holding her body against his so she could feel every inch of his desire. She let her hands wander down his muscular back and back up again. Each time he tightened his grip on her, his muscles bunched beneath her palms. Every stroke of his tongue stole a few more of her brain cells, until it was all she could do to remember to breathe. When their lips parted she longed for them to return.

“If your ideas are anything like your kisses, I want to hear them.” Ross’s voice was husky, his eyes seductively narrow and dark. He took a step back and took all of her oxygen with him.

She reached for the counter for stability. He handed her a glass of wine, then took her hand and led her to the comfiest couch she’d ever sat on. She sank into the deep cushions and slid her feet beneath her.

He nodded at her slippers. “Those are the most adorable slippers I’ve ever seen. If you don’t mind, I want to just go rinse off. I’ll be down in five minutes.”

Can I help? “Okay,” she managed. Holy cow. How was she supposed to sit there knowing he was naked in the other room? She imagined him in the shower, washing that hard body, all lathered up…Great. Now she needed a cold shower. She’d been taking so many of them lately, she worried she’d run out of cold water. She hoped that didn’t mean she was being too promiscuous. This had to be more than sex. It had to be. She could feel it in her bones. Who was she kidding? She could feel it from the very tip of her scalp to the tips of her toes.

And in all the glorious places in between.

Oh. Lord.

She tried to focus on her surroundings. Knight had settled onto Ranger’s doggy bed with him. There were pictures of Ross’s family on the end table and pictures of the dogs everywhere. The cream-colored walls were accented with wide, decorative stained-wood trim. The latest issues of Men’s Fitness and Veterinary Weekly were on the uniquely carved coffee table. His house felt homey, comfortable, lived in, even though it was impeccably neat and tidy.

He came downstairs a few minutes later, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his broad chest. There was something sexy and unpretentious about a guy in jeans and bare feet, and she felt her body heat up all over again as Ross smiled and joined her on the couch. He draped an arm over her shoulder in an easy, comfortable fashion.

“I like seeing you on my couch. It’s kind of like finding a rose among weeds.”

Surprising herself, she settled right in against his side. “Thank you for not kicking me out for showing up unannounced. You could have had a date here. I’m sorry, Ross.”

“Stop apologizing. I don’t date women in Trusty, so the chances of you finding me with a woman are nearly nil.”

Nearly nil? She fiddled with the edge of her hoodie. He didn’t date women from Trusty? Why? Did he chew women up and spit them out? Had he gone through all the single women his age from Trusty? He seemed so low-key, and he’d said it so easily—I don’t date women in Trusty.

Oh God. I’m in Trusty. Is he trying to tell me that the kiss was just that, a kiss, but he’s not interested in anything more?

She pushed away the uncomfortable thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I think that you might be right about people around here not seeing any value in pampering their dogs, or maybe they just can’t afford it.”