Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Marie Jermy Page B

about nothing other than indulging in kinky sex with Rex. He may have blown her out at the party and she may have obtained a degree of payback by leaving Bud Watson to him, but the man, still a smug SOB, mind you, was quintessentially sex-on-legs. The number of times she’d imagined kissing that smug smile from his rugged and, which she’d noticed only occurred at weekends, unshaven face, almost equaled that of asking him to sell his share of the house to her.
    If only Rex knew how secretly pleased she’d been when he’d refused to move out. She enjoyed living with him. The highlight of her day would be evening time after Samantha had gone home. She’d watch him while he relaxed in the armchair, his long legs stretched out, a science fiction novel in one hand and one of Mimi’s peanut butter cookies in the other. Sometimes he would catch her watching him, the look which passed between them before she quickly glanced away capable of singeing the pages.
    Ramona then drew in a long breath as she remembered what happened the morning before. The looks between them might singe pages, but the book had well and truly erupted into a ball of flames when he’d kissed her. If he hadn’t made such a big deal about her being on the pill during the five-second sex on the treatment table, her whole body would have burst into flames, too.
    She definitely wanted to jump Rex’s bones. Over and over and over again. The sooner, the better. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he wanted the same. They had to be discreet, though. She didn’t think it fair on her sister’s feelings, especially after what happened, for Samantha to know about the numerous sizzling sex-a-thons she had in mind. She would, however, tell Samantha about Rex’s comforting hug. After all, it had made them both feel better.
    When Samantha emerged some thirty minutes later, Ramona detected an irritability to her sister. “What’s the matter?”
    “I have two prescriptions. One for sleeping pills. The other for the morning after pill.”
    Ramona quirked an eyebrow. The sleeping pills she could understand, but emergency contraceptive? Unlike her, she knew her sister wasn’t on the pill, but from what she’d been told, Ross and Matt had interrupted Raven before he even got close to the region that would warrant guarding against pregnancy. In actual fact, no man had. Unless, Dr. Parks thought some sort of divine intervention was at work. Her cheeks tinged pink. It was definitely not the time to remember the five-second sex the morning before.
    “I don’t know how many times I told Dr. Parks I didn’t need it, but she wouldn’t listen.”
    “You don’t have to take it.” Ramona linked her arm through Samantha’s and led her to her truck. Once behind the wheel, she said, “Um, Sammy, I’ve got to tell you something. Last night, I broke down in front of Rex. Totally covered his shirt in snot when he held me. I was in his arms for twenty minutes, Sammy, the same amount of time you felt safe.”
    “Tell him, thank you.” Samantha’s mouth curved softly. “You want to keep hold of him, Mona. He’s nice. Kind. And he’ll never lie or cheat on you.”
    “Whoa, hold on there. He only held me, Sammy. It’s not like we’ve kissed or anything.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
    “No?”
    Ramona ignored her sister’s knowing look. As she drove the short distance from the Medical Center to Second Street, she nonchalantly asked, “What happened at twenty-one minutes?”
    “I don’t know. I felt so warm and safe, I fell asleep. Why?”
    Ramona shrugged, keeping it light. “Rex told me his favorite movie is the black and white 1933 version of King Kong . Thought you’d be laughing over his crack about how big an ape’s bananas are.”
    A peal of giggles escaped from Samantha. “Again, tell Rex, thank you.”
    “Tell him yourself,” Ramona replied, pulling up behind Rex’s SUV. “I asked him to help Ross with moving your things.”
    Just then, Ross came out of