Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,44

was dark, and the air was cool. As he sat in the cab of his truck, he found he didn’t care that it was so early because he couldn’t wait to see the doctor.

Pulling his phone out, he texted her, letting her know he was there, and then waited.

He watched the lobby for her, and then grinned as the doors opened.

Shelly came out wearing a tight white T-shirt with a loose-fitting black cardigan and jeans. As she made her way down the path with a small bag, he had to admit that the woman was stunning. Her blonde hair was flowing down and spilling over her shoulders. Although she wasn’t wearing anything flashy, he found this version of her much more appealing on so many levels.

Just as she reached the curb, Mutley chose to sit up behind him, putting his big head out the window. He watched as Shelly froze, looking at the dog with eyes so big Josh thought they might pop out of her head.

“What is that?” she asked from where she had stopped.

Josh had to smile. Her adorable nose that was usually tipped in the air was scrunched up in a look of disgust.

“Mutley, my dog.”

Her eyes went from him to the window behind him where Mutley still sat panting.

“I am not getting in the car with that.”

Josh laughed and opened his door, climbing out and moving several steps until he was just inches away from her. “Yes, you are.”

Shaking her head, she looked around his shoulder, and then turned her eyes back to him. “No, I’m not. He’s huge.”

Josh grinned and reached out, giving in to the urge to touch her hair. He picked up the ends of it, running his fingers through it.

“He’s harmless.”

She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. “Like his owner?”

Josh shook his head and lowered it, his lips were brushing against hers. “Oh, no, he’s harmless. I’m not.”

With that, he kissed her.

***

Shelly forgot all about the gigantic dog in the back of Josh’s truck as he pressed his hot lips to hers.

Not even thinking twice, she opened her lips and felt his tongue slide deep inside to rub against her own. She moaned as she lifted her hands and gripped his leather jacket, feeling his muscular arms underneath. She heard him grunt softly, and then felt him wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his jeans.

Oh yeah, Shelly thought as his lips shifted and the kiss took a deeper dive toward hot, steamy sex. She felt his tongue trace over her teeth, and then come back to slide over her lips. He moved his head back, and she moaned at the loss of his mouth as he looked down at her.

“Where’s your suitcase?”

Shelly looked up into his deep brown eyes. “Huh?”

He chuckled and brought one of his hands up to cup under her chin.

“Your suitcase, Shelly. Where is it? If we don’t hit the road, we’ll never get there.”

That shook her out of her lust-clouded haze. “Josh, I’m not getting in there with him.”

Josh moved around her and walked toward the lobby, yelling over his shoulder. “Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!” she called back, staring at the huge animal that was looking at her intently.

“You got your keys and purse?” Josh asked her.

Shelly nodded and patted the bag on her arm. She heard him moving closer, and then he rolled the suitcase past her.

She took her eyes off the beast for a minute to watch Josh as he moved to the back of his truck.

Okay, so the suits I usually date don’t have the muscle and brawn to—oh my, Shelly thought as she watched Josh’s biceps bunch and flex as he picked up the suitcase and threw it into the bed of the truck. Sheer animal magnetism and sexy-as-hell muscle definitely weren’t things a suit usually had. Shelly wanted to lick him.

“Come on,” he told her as he walked around the truck, opening the passenger door.

Shaking her head again, she could see him looking at her through both windows as he leaned his arms on the frame, the truck now separating them.

Her eyes drifted back to the huge dog that was now eyeing her with a raised brow.

Oh, so the dog has attitude, too? Forget that, Shelly thought and crossed her arms.

“Get in the truck Shelly.”

“No.”

Grinning at her, Josh warned, “Georgia, get in the truck.”

She felt a grin tug on her lips, deciding she really liked that nickname on his lips. “I’m not getting in the car