“She meant well,” Teela said, but her voice was all raspy and wrong.
“Yeah, I’m sure she did. But still.” Ross’ eyes flicked to her condo. “There aren’t any parents in there. Are there?”
“No. Not one. Mom and Dad live in Philadelphia.”
“Most people move from a small town to the bigger cities, not the other way around.”
“I guess I’m not like most people then.”
Ross’ eyes darkened and Teela was back to wishing for that sinkhole. His eyes swept over her body, sending a flurry of sparks shooting through her, which she seriously didn’t need because she already felt like a stack of dynamite sitting there contemplating about playing hooky from work to bang her boss. When she thought about it that way, it was so much naughtier. Which shouldn’t have tickled her in all the right places, but there was definitely some tingling and some throbbing going on.
Stupid hormones. Stupid, stupid, out of control hormones.
“No, you’re not, are you?”
“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Besides the fact that you’re a pain in the ass, it was meant as one.” Ross pulled on the door handle and ejected himself out of the car before Teela could respond. He walked up her steps and stood there waiting, until she had no choice but to get out of the vehicle and go unlock the door.
“You’re serious about coming in?”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything.” Ross grinned. “I hear you have a nice shower. One of those that’s just barely big enough for two people, but if we’re careful, we might manage not to slip and break our necks.”
Teela made a choked sound in her throat while she dug in her purse for her keys. Where are the damn things anyway? Her fingers were like blocks of wood, stiff and useless. Finally, she scraped the bottom of her bag and her finger brushed cold metal. She pulled them out triumphantly and managed to get them in the lock, even with the trembling her hands were doing.
She stepped inside. “Maybe I’ll get us a cup of-”
Ross shut the door and slid the lock in place. She didn’t have time for another word before he pulled her into his chest. Strong arms encircled her while she was shoved up against the wall, pinned down by Ross’ body. Which she actually didn’t mind one bit. She gasped and her purse slid out of her hand and hit the floor. Because she was absolutely shameless, and maybe she didn’t mind that so much after all, she arched into Ross and tipped her head up.
And because he was Ross, he met her halfway, his lips blazing a trail of fire over her chin as he miscalculated her movement. It didn’t matter. He could kiss her anywhere. She wanted him to kiss her everywhere.
He found her lips and devoured them. Claimed them. His mouth was hot and demanding and Teela gave back to him as good as she got. She wasn’t overly worried about her breath. Ross’ mom was kind enough to find her a toothbrush when she woke up and he’d partaken in the coffee.
He didn’t seem to care.
She knew she didn’t care.
She’d kiss him if he tasted like a dragon. If his breath was stiff enough to stand up on its own. If… okay, she’d pretty much kiss him always.
“Maybe you should lose that shirt,” she panted when Ross let her come up for air.
He complied readily, tossing the scrap of cotton that was far too tight and far too tempting, somewhere behind them. The problem was, Ross made clothing look too good. All that bulging muscle and straining this and straining that and tight this and tight that was too much for any woman. And then… then he got naked and all that never-ending muscle- yeah. Who could resist that?
Maybe there wasn’t something wrong with her. Maybe Ross Day was just built to tempt all woman-kind into sweet, sensual, amazing sin.
Ross fumbled with his jeans then he stripped those off as well. He somehow managed to work them off while he was kissing her, which was a marvel she hadn’t exactly seen before. Her hands roved lower, over his hips and okay, he’d lost the boxers too. She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his ass, just because she could. Because right there in her front entrance, that glorious, sexy, god-like man was hers, and yeah, so was his rock-hard ass.
And other rock-hard bits.
One of which was currently pressed against her thigh, doing all sorts of throbbing. Causing all sorts of throbbing.
“Two can play at that game,” Ross rasped against her lips.
Teela didn’t have time to ask him what he meant before his hands slid down her hips and cupped the rounded globes of her ass.
“You’re so hard,” she whimpered, because he was. He was crazy hard and long and thick, and he was so close. All that separated them was the thin barrier of her dress and her even thinner panties.