Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

the towel. Beneath, the plump breasts appeared just the right size for his hands.
    His gaze dropped lower. Her shapely calves made those nice ankles even more appealing. He ’ d never had a fetish for feet before, but he suddenly wanted to kiss and suck on her toes, the nails of which were painted vivid blue.
    “ My little piggies are ticklish, so don ’ t even think about it. ”
    His eyes jerked back to her face and became riveted on her mouth. She was smiling at him. It was the kind of smile that reminded him that living with a woman also had its good points, like the shared intimacy of two toothbrushes side by side, the little chats over morning coffee, and the cuddling up on the sofa watching television in the evenings. The lovemaking…
    Rex leaned against the doorjamb and returned Ramona’s smile. “ I have an annoying habit of leaving the seat up. ”
    “ So? I have an equally annoying habit of leaving the cap off the toothpaste.”
    Now Rex was certain. He was drowning in her striking green eyes. “Hmmm.”
    “ If you ’ ll excuse me,” s he said, noisily clearing her throat. “ I ’ ll get dressed. After the nine thirty appointment, I’ll show you around and you can meet Bonnie and Clyde, the two horses that Greg bought for the practice.”
    Still preoccupied with the thought of making love to Ramona, up against the wall, there and then, Rex didn ’ t budge. If anything, he invaded her personal space by moving closer, until a sharp kick in the shin brought him back to reality.
    “Move it or lose it!” she warned, eyeing his crotch with deadly intent.
    Rex moved.
     
    * * * *
     
    To say Ramona was pissed on a number of points as she entered her bedroom was an understatement. The not so quiet closing of the door only just scratching the surface of how pissed.
    Point one. Sitting at the reception desk did not make her the receptionist. Yet Rex Latimer had obviously come to the firm decision that she was. With bulging biceps and dreamy toffee-brown eyes set in a strong-boned and rugged face, he’d filled the doorway oozing sex and smugness with all the ease of horse shit off of a shovel.
    Point two. The masculine “hmmm,” which had welled up from the bottom of his throat and made more pronounced by his Southern drawl, at her “leaving caps off toothpaste tubes” comment had made her chest tighten, as though her heart was held captive in a vise.
    Point three. Oodles of hot, little shivers had darted down her spine when those toffee-brown eyes of his toured her body, as if he were a hungry lion eyeing his next meal—she being that meal—before fixing on her mouth.
    Point four. His mouth was seriously sensual, the corners turned up as if he was always on the verge of laughter. Laughter that would disguise the shadows in his eyes that she’d noticed when she had informed him she’d taken up residence in the bedroom next to his.
    Point five. For a brief moment, she’d had the urge to be like Samantha and go all slushy on a guy. Thankfully, she’d realized she didn ’ t do romance, she only did sex. But sex with Rex was definitely not going to happen. She wanted him to move out, not move into her bed.
    With a disgusted snort, because if the clock hadn’t been ticking she would have added points six, seven, eight, nine and ten, Ramona quickly dressed, this time more appropriately in a pair of blue linen pants and a sand-colored, short-sleeved shirt. Then, easing some gel through her hair until it stood to attention, she went down to the reception. Rex was just taking charge of Mudge the cat from Mrs. Rawlins. Her grin was sly as she removed her white vet’s coat from the stand and stuck her arms into the sleeves. “Operation Accommodating” was about to go live.
    “Thank you, Mrs. Rawlins. Mudge should be ready for collection either this evening or tomorrow morning. Whichever suits you best.” She tilted her head, giving Rex a slightly mocking smile. “Prepare Mudge for surgery. It’s the