More Than a Fling? by Joss Wood Page A

over the room.
    Jeez, she’d even settle for Pic as a chaperone right now, but
Ross had unfortunately dropped him off at his house before bringing her back to
her hotel.
    ‘I liked the pub. Nice place...nice music,’ Ally gabbled, so conscious of him standing there, looking at her as
if he wanted to slurp her up just as he had that ice cream earlier.
    ‘Mmm. Not that I could concentrate on a damn thing,’ Ross
responded, walking across the room to where she still stood by the door. What
did he mean by that?
    He placed one finger under the strap of her bag and gently
pulled if off her shoulder. It dropped to the floor with a muted thud.
    ‘Shall we order some wine from Room Service?’ he asked, his
hand rubbing her from shoulder to wrist in a gesture that soothed as much as it
aroused.
    ‘No, thanks. I’m buzzing as it is.’ Ally made herself step away
and walked over to open a window, hoping that the breeze would cool her down and
bring her the common sense she needed to resist him.
    She had to resist him; they had
business to do and she couldn’t jeopardise it now. It was too important...
    All thoughts of work fled when his hands gripped her shoulders
and pulled her into him, her back to his chest, his arm diagonally across her
chest. She couldn’t help sighing, resting her cheek against his bicep.
    Ross cupped one hip in his hand. ‘So you liked the jazz,
huh?’
    ‘It was better than I expected,’ Ally admitted, feeling his
fingers spreading across her stomach.
    His erection was hard and unapologetic against her back and she
struggled to keep her hands from reaching back and feeling him; she wanted to
know him up close and personal.
    Very, very personal.
    ‘Sweetheart, anything is better than country music.’
    ‘Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.’
    Ally tried to interject some feistiness into her voice but her
words just came out low and sexy. She felt loose and warm and very, very
relaxed. And Ross’s fingers drawing figures of eight on her hip were making
sparks run along her nerve-endings straight to her lady parts.
    ‘Let me stay tonight,’ Ross murmured.
    Ally looked at his reflection in the glass and saw her lust
reflected in his eyes.
    ‘I can’t. We shouldn’t.’
    ‘Why not?’ Ross asked, his words fluttering against the cord in
her neck.
    ‘Because we are doing business.’ Ally managed to find the
words, to force them out. ‘Nothing is concluded, settled. I don’t want you to
think that I use sex...’
    Ross swore. ‘The other night proved that you don’t.’
    ‘But still...’ Ally tipped her head back as Ross’s lips nibbled
on her jaw. ‘Besides, I’m not...’
    Ross’s mouth stopped its exploration and he waited for her to
continue. When she didn’t he filled in the silence. ‘Not ready? Too soon?’
    Ally nodded, thankful that he was astute enough to pick up on
what she was feeling without her having to say the words.
    Ross turned her around, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he
pulled the band from her ponytail, swept his fingers through her hair, raking
strands off her face.
    ‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured as her hair fell to her
shoulders to spill over the fabric of her T-shirt.
    Ally watched, mesmerised, as his fingers danced down her throat
and over her chest. Ross buried his face into the curve of her neck as he cupped
her breasts, easily covering them with his big, broad, dangerous hands. Then she
remembered that they shouldn’t be doing this and she stiffened.
    Ross rubbed her nipple with his thumb. ‘Relax, Al. Nothing is
going to happen that you don’t want to. Trust me.’
    She lifted her arms to curl them around his neck, lifting her
breasts higher and forcing her nipples into his palms. Ross responded by rubbing
his thumbs over the hard nubs, lazily watching her eyes fog up. He bunched the
bottom of her shirt in his fist and pulled it upwards, gradually revealing her
flat stomach and her chest to his appreciative gaze. He looked at