Flirting with Love(42)

“Holy fuck, Lis. You’re like a centerfold.”

She grabbed his head and held his mouth to her breast. “Your centerfold.” Her head fell back, her breasts rising and falling with each lustful breath.

In a hot second he dropped his shorts to his ankles and pulled her panties off, then lifted her to the edge of the counter. Her slick center was hot against his arousal. He buried his hand in her hair and fisted it in her silky locks.

“Jesus, I love you so damn much.”

“Then stop teasing me.” She grabbed his hips and, circling his neck with her arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid down his body, taking in every inch of him.

“Holy…Good Lord.” He covered her mouth with his, taking her in a greedy kiss. He filled his palms with her gorgeous ass and moved her up and down, feeling her heat, her desire, as she buried him deep over and over again.

“I love you, Ross,” she said against his lips. “I really love you.”

He stepped from his shorts and carried her to the guest bedroom—he’d never make it upstairs. He laid her on the bed and came down over her, his hands on her breasts, his lips kissing every inch of her exposed flesh. He nipped his way back up over her hips, her stomach, ribs, breasts, and finally her mouth, and ran his tongue along the sweet swell of her upper lip. Her breath was hot, needy, but he took his time loving her. He ran his strong hands up her delicate arms and fingered the ribbon on her wrist. He didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t into. He ran his tongue along the edge of the ribbon. She arched her back, pressing her hips to his.

“I’ve never done that,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. We won’t.” He came back to her lips and kissed her tenderly. He loved her too damn much to do anything she didn’t want to, but he loved that she teased him the way she did.

“I want to, with you. I trust you, Rossie.”

He touched his forehead to hers. “Lis, we don’t have to—”

She leaned up and kissed him. “I want to. I want to do everything with you. I waited my whole life for you.”

The love and trust in her voice made his heart swell.

“I’ll just hold your wrists. No need for more. If you still want to another time, we can. I need you now, Lis.” He settled one hand over each wrist and held them gently above her head. She was completely open to him, his hips between hers, her arms restrained, and her trusting, blue eyes smiling up at him. He nearly lost it.

She lifted her hips, and he slid into her until their hips touched. He rocked his hips, angling up as her body began to quiver. She pressed her wrists against his strength.

“Want me to stop?” he whispered against her cheek.

“Never. More, Rossie. More.”

He thrust in deeper and harder, feeling her arms strain against him. He searched her eyes, checking in, making sure they were in sync, and—Oh yeah, they were in sync, all right. He felt her thighs flex, and her eyes slammed shut.

“Ross.”

“Come, baby.” He pumped faster, taking her right up to the edge. God, he loved to watch her come. Her body tensed around him, and she made the sexiest little noises, which slipped out like promises in the dark. When her body began to ease down from the orgasm, he released her wrists and gathered her in his arms, holding her against him until the last of the tremors vibrated through her.

“Again,” she whispered.

He moved his hips faster, pushed in deeper, and she guided his hands to her wrists again.

“Again,” she urged.

He took hold of her wrists and rode her hard.

“I’m not going to last.”

She made one of those sexy sounds again. “Try,” she urged.

Holy fuck, was she kidding? Did she have any idea how close to the edge he was? He slid his hands down to her hips and pressed them into the mattress, then took her quickly up to the peak again. She clawed at his back, pretzeling her legs around his body and lifting her ass so he could go deeper as her body shuddered and pulsated around him and his name sailed from her lips.

“Again,” she panted.

“No promises,” he groaned, and captured her wrists in his hands, then held them out to her sides as he loved her faster.

“Oh God…Oh God…”

“Come on, baby. Get there, because I’m not going to last. You’re so damn sexy you’re driving me crazy.”

“Come with me.” Her eyes flew open. “With me, Ross.”

Her invitation sent a surge of heat blazing through him, spurring him into a blind frenzy of need and want and everything in between. He drove in harder, deeper, and released her hands. She clawed at his back, digging her nails into his skin and driving him out of his ever-loving mind. Two more deep thrusts and her hips bucked against his. He stayed in deep, groaning through his own intense release. They remained tangled together, their bodies joined as one, both struggling to regain control of their senses, spent, satiated, and slick with sweat. Ross held her against him until her pulse slowed and her breathing eased.

He lifted up and she tightened her arms around him, holding him in place.

“Don’t go,” she whispered. “I like being close.”

He rested his head on her shoulder and kissed her heated skin. “I’ll never leave you.” She’d zapped his strength and claimed his heart, and he was the happiest man alive.





Chapter Twenty


THE COUNTY AGRICULTURAL Fairgrounds were located at the edge of town and had been a showcase of all things farm related in the county since the early 1950s. Boasting carnival rides, a petting zoo, live animal competitions, and a variety of foods and entertainment, the county agricultural fair was the largest fair in the state of Colorado. Families came from near and far to enjoy the monster trucks, demolition derby, cattle roping, and of course to see the award-winning animals up close: pigs, goats, sheep, dairy cattle, and horses. Elisabeth had attended a handful of times throughout the years with her aunt, and this year she was excited to be part of the program. She’d always loved the sight of the animal pavilions, and the large barns full of unique handmade items for sale, such as arts and crafts, quilts, wooden furniture, and much more. Fresh-baked goods, locally grown vegetables and fruits, and canned goods were also a big part of the event.

Ross constructed her awning and set up the refrigeration unit she’d rented, then helped her arrange the tables, hang signs, and prepare her grooming station. Elisabeth tied balloons to the table legs and the poles of the awning. Around them, other exhibitors set up their booths, waving and making small talk about the weather and how big the crowds were expected to be. The gates opened while Ross was returning from the exhibitor parking lot, where he’d gone to put away the temporary coolers she’d used to carry the pies.

Elisabeth watched Ross walking back from the parking lot. He looked striking in his jeans and Trusty Veterinary polo shirt that stretched tight across his strong chest. Their eyes caught and her breath hitched. Oh, how she loved him. She’d had no idea what real love was, even though she’d dreamed of it every day of her life, until Ross came into her life, and every second they spent together drove the knowledge deeper.

Ross lifted his hand and waved, flashing his sexy smile that she loved so much.

“I’m not sure I can spend all day watching all those googly eyes.” Emily flopped into Elisabeth’s chair.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m kidding. I’ve actually never seen Ross like this. It’s kind of nice, and kind of unfair.” Emily was wearing a pair of cutoffs, a tank top, and sandals. She kicked off her sandals and pulled her legs up under her.

“Oh, stop. You’ll find your true love. I know you will.” Elisabeth reached a hand out to Ross as he came to her side.

“Hey, sis. Seen Jake yet?” Ross kissed Elisabeth’s temple.

I love that. I love you.

“Yeah, he’s over with the greasy mechanics.” Emily pulled at the edge of her tank.

“As I remember, there’s a certain greasy mechanic who would love to go out with you.” Ross raised his brows.

“Really?” Elisabeth asked.

“Ugh. Don’t even go there.” Emily glared at Ross. “I’ll never do anything for you again if you try to push Tate on me.”

“He’s a good guy. Nice as hell. You’re just too picky for your own good.” Ross turned his attention to Elisabeth. “I want to head over and find Jake. Mom’s having a breakfast for everyone tomorrow before the fair. I told her we’d come. Is that okay?”

“Of course. I’ll make some muffins to bring with us.”

Ross kissed her again. “You don’t need to do that. You’ll be exhausted tonight.”

“I want to.” She shooed him away with her hands. “Go see Jake before things get crazy. People are already starting to arrive.”

He reached into the cooler and pulled out a beer cake. “Can I bring this for Jake?”

“Bring it for Jake, yeah, right.” Emily rolled her eyes with a teasing smile.

“Of course. Enjoy.” She’d made a few extra cakes because most of Ross’s brothers and their girlfriends were going to be at the fair.

By noon the grass in front of Elisabeth’s booth was trampled flat. Callie and Daisy were tending to customers, selling slices of pie and slices of beer cake, while Emily was handing out puppy cookies and other goodies and selling them to the customers whose dogs Elisabeth was giving pawdicures. She’d been busy since early morning, and she was loving every second of not only the work, but being with the girls.