Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [55]
“He really is a pussy cat, most of the time. He just doesn’t like strangers. He’ll have to get used to you.”
“I’m sure he does a great job scaring off intruders.” If Sean came face-to-face with that thing on a dark night, he’d think twice about trying to cross it. Especially if he wanted to wake up the next morning without any new holes in his skull.
Suddenly, as if on cue, that skull was whomped again. “Ow! What the blazes?”
He swung his head around to glare at what had to be one of her brothers this time, but instead found another completely unrecognizable creature. “Bloody hell!”
“Bleat,” the thing replied, sounding like a wee lamb rather than the drooly, miniature wooly mammoth it most resembled. Despite his travels ’round the world, he’d never seen such an animal in his life.
“Rex!” Annie cried, again sounding delighted.
The beast looked up at the sound of her voice, forgetting Sean’s head and the invisible sign that said “Whack me” which he suspected was overtop it. Praying to God the monster didn’t leap like the bird had, Sean pointed a finger and gave it a stern glance. “Don’t you even think about it, fluffy.”
“He’s an alpaca. Isn’t he sweet?”
Appearing girlishly delighted, Annie actually rose to stand on her seat. Bracing herself by putting one hand on the top of the windshield, she bent at the waist and leaned all the way over Sean, toward the driver’s side of the car, so she could pet the newcomer.
Sean didn’t mind this intrusion so much. Because it put Annie’s hip about two inches from his mouth. Her beautiful, slender legs were displayed to incredible advantage beneath the loose, silky skirt she wore. It had fallen forward to reveal the backs of her thighs almost all the way up to her pert bottom. And about two inches of creamy skin was revealed where her shirt pulled free of her waistband.
Starving man, meet all-you-can-eat buffet.
Unable to resist, he slid a hand up the back of one limb, slowly, savoring the texture and the warmth of her, until he was able to caress her inner thigh. It was smooth and supple, incredibly soft. Sean breathed deeply, remembering the way those legs had felt wrapped around his hips last night when he’d been driving into her tight little body.
The memory sent a surge of interest straight into his lap. Sean actually had to shift in his seat as his cock informed him it was raring to go.
Were they somewhere more private, he’d love nothing more than turning her around to face him. He’d lean her back against the windshield, spreading her legs wide for his intimate perusal. Her beautiful, glistening sex would beckon for his kiss and he’d explore every inch of her in ways he hadn’t been able to last night in the frenzy of their first time.
“Your skirt might just as well be red,” he muttered, leaning close so his every breath was filled with the scent of her skin. “I’m feeling much like a bull being tempted into charging.”
She glanced down at him, apparently only now realizing how tempting her position was to him. “Just call me Matador.”
“I’d rather call you naked woman I’ll be making love to in two minutes.” He glanced up at her and frowned. “Though I guess I’ll have to wait and call you that in a little over twenty-four hours.”
Not that he could wait that long for at least a sample. Leaning up, he pressed his mouth to that delicious strip of skin at her waist, licking it lightly.
“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes, remaining frozen where she was.
“Mmm, indeed,” he replied, kissing her again, this time lightly biting the tender flesh just above her hip bone.
Thump.
“Jaysus,” he snapped, wondering if Doctor Fecking Dolittle’s entire menagerie had decided to attack him.
But it wasn’t another furry or feathery creature who stood behind Rex. In fact, this one had skin. More than six feet of it, he’d judge.
He also had blond hair the color of Annie’s. And stormy blue eyes. Not to mention a very deep frown.
Brilliant. His hand was up Annie’s skirt, her hip was reddened from the sexy nip he’d just taken there.
And he was staring