When he takes one big step closer, a look of determination on his face, I laugh, holding up my hand. “You need to get home. Go see Sky.”
“I’ve got a minute,” he growls.
I can’t stop him. Iwon’tstop him.
He wraps himself around me again just like before, and I cling to him harder. God, the man can kiss. With my back up against the door again, I feel his mouth move across my cheek to the side of my neck.
“Oh,” I say with a sigh. That’s the spot.
“I want you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Yeah?”
I can tell. His entire body is rigid against mine.
“Fuck, yes.”
I want him too, but for some reason, speech has abandoned me.
When he gives my earlobe a little nibble, I can’t help it the moan that escapes.
With one more soft kiss, he steps back and adjusts himself. If he doesn’t get himself under control, everyone is going to see his erection. It’s that noticeable.
When he removes his cap and runs his fingers through his hair again, he smiles. And it’s a radiant smile. One that shows off his straight teeth and full lips.
“I’ll seeyouat work.”
Work.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ben
I’ve gota goddamn skip in my step. And a hard-on. Hell, maybe that’s the reason I’ve got a happy little jaunt. Okay, I’ll admit that’s only part of it. My fucking smile takes up my whole damn face, and I haven’t felt this way in such a long-ass time. Like there’s something bigger out there. Something better. And by that, I mean Alison Kirby.
By the time I’ve showered and dressed and made my way to the vet’s office, I’m still grinning like a damn fool. The second I open the door to the animal hospital, though, the smile fades. Shit just got real. Stepping up to the front desk at exactly 7:01 a.m., I wait to be acknowledged by the receptionist. When she finally looks up, she says, “May I help you?”
“I came to see my dog.” I’m not sure what else to say, so I go ahead with “Sky.”
“Sky Schilling?” she says in a perky voice. “She’s adorbs.”
“Yeah.” I smile again. “She is.”
“Hang on. Let me check with the doc.”
“Great. Thanks.”
I only have to wait a couple of minutes when another woman steps out followed by the front desk girl. This one is in a white jacket. “I’m Dr. Val Shulte. You can call me Dr. Val.”
I raise my hand to meet hers. “Ben Schilling. I’m here to see how Sky’s doing.”
“She did great last night. She tried to get up and move about, so we placed her in a very small kennel to keep movement to a minimum.”
