Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Marie Jermy Read Free Book Online

what he knew to be buttery-soft skin.
    “Yep.”
    “Yeah, me, too.” Ramona turned her face to Rex, her expression one of surprise at his admission. “And I don’t think it’ll be my last,” he added, laughing loudly. “Not if Reggie continues with his craving for feathered cocks.”
    “Feathered cocks?” she asked, her voice sounding on the shaky side.
    “Mr. Donovan’s wife plays badminton. Reggie swallowed one of her shuttlecocks. Not a fan myself. If I was asked to choose a racquet sport, I’d say tennis was the more entertaining. Watching, that is. If I ever played, I know I’d get my ass kicked. I wasn’t very sporty at high school. Preferred the library. You?”
    “I enjoy running. I jog the five miles around Silver Creek Lake every morning.”
    “Ah, is that where you disappeared to before the practice opened?”
    Ramona nodded and gave a sly smile. “Matt, my younger brother, is always looking for an ass to kick on the tennis court, if you’re interested.”
    “Is he any good? Tennis, I mean.” Rex could tell Ramona was keen to end their friendly chitchat and get back to the subject of Reggie the snake, but at least she answered his question, though why he wanted to know was lost on him. All he could think about was drowning in her striking green eyes while kissing her luscious mouth.
    “Forgive the pun, but he’s an ‘ace.’ I’m sure if he hadn’t become a cop, he would have taken up tennis professionally. And speaking of professional… I want to thank you for earlier. Donovan, um, you could have made out I was useless in front of him, but you didn’t, and I—”
    He held up a hand, interrupting her. “Don’t mention it. I meant what I said, Ramona. You’re a professional. And not wanting to handle a snake isn’t going to change my opinion.”
    Ramona gave a self-depreciating smile. “Professional? Pathetic more like.”
    “Perfect,” Rex amended. Then before he had the chance to register his cock was ruling his head, he ran the pad of his thumb over Ramona’s full bottom lip. The breath that feathered across his thumb was warm and slightly shaky. “So perfect.” He looked down at her shirt, particularly the buttons that he’d undone. A few more would not only give him a real eyeful but a handful of her plump breasts. Mmm, he’d never made love on a swing seat before…
    “The perfect partner.”
    For the second time that morning, Rex experienced a bucket of ice-cold water in his face. What the hell was the matter with him? Keeping his cock separate from his brain should have been easy. He was a grown man of thirty-two, not some randy pubescent teenager. Though what with the number of “stiffs” he’d experienced just that morning alone—four at the last count—he wouldn’t be at all surprised if he had slipped back to the time of spots, facial fuzz, squeaky voices and wet dreams.
    With a muttered curse, Rex abruptly stood, an action that unfortunately rocked the seat so much Ramona landed at his feet with a startled gasp. He helped her up. Big mistake. Looking down upon her, not only did he have that eyeful, but the satin bra—in racy red, for fuck’s sake!—her plump breasts were cupped in. He’d rather his hands were doing the cupping.
    The right hand strap slipped down. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. The temptation to right it was strong. Rex balled his fists and stepped away for his own sanity as much as anything else. “Sorry. Er, about Reggie. He needs an operation. I can do it, but I need to do some research and phone a couple of my former colleagues to ask for their advice. The practice I worked at in Miami had a reptile center.”
    “Anything I can do to help?” She moistened her lips with a quick flick of her tongue. “Like with the op?”
    “No, it’s okay. It’ll be more of a help if you take my patients for this afternoon.”
    She again licked her lips. “Sure, Rex, I can do that.”
    And I’d like to do you. Right here. Right