Enticement by Madelynn Ellis Page B

fix it.” Kit’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he made the suggestion. For a moment, it even sounded reasonable. More than that, it felt like a blooming caress. Ross pulled back. He let the reality of their location sink in, cut Kit out of the picture and acknowledged the turmoil still raging in the waiting room. Snatches of the speculative conversation leeched through the walls, Mrs. Hawes loudest of all.
    “Shit in hell, Kit!” Ross swore, snapping back to reality. “I’m a vet not a fucking doctor. Who was it? Tony? One of the Bryant boys?”
    “Didn’t see,” he said, succumbing to an obvious snit. “If you won’t do it, give me some glue and I’ll fix it myself. You know that’s all they’re going to do at A&E.”
    Ross got right up close and growled in his face. “I’ll do it, if you report it.”
    “It’s not happening, Ross. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Probably just make things worse.” Kit gave him an angry grin and kissed him, the shock of which sent Ross scuttling away again, so that he backed into the examination table. “Shit!” He rubbed frantically at his violated lips. “Shit! Don’t do that.”
    Kit rose somewhat shakily and took a step forward, his intent written clear in his expression. Hot sparks flared within the depths of his eyes. The slender high curve of his cheekbones along with those sexy hooded eyes and the streaks of blood across his cheek made him a hundred percent drop-dead irresistible.
    “Shit!” Ross snarled again. He half turned, not taking his eyes off Kit and tugged a pair of latex gloves out of box. “I’ll do it, all right, I’ll do it.”
    Kit shrugged and sagged back into the chair. He pulled his hair back off his forehead and waited patiently as Ross cleaned up the wound and applied a layer of Vetbond. “Don’t come crying to me when it starts itching like hell, okay.”
    “Whatever you say, honey.” Kit released his hair so that it flopped back over his forehead and shrouded his eyes. He leaned into Ross, pressing his face to the hard plane of his stomach. “Mind if I engage in a sniffle or two now? It bloody hurts.”
    It wasn’t quite so easy to shrug away the intimacy when he put it like that. Ross cupped the back of Kit’s head and tried not to react to the rasp of Kit’s breath against his stomach. “Really, Kit, who was it? What happened?”
    Kit simply pressed his face more firmly to Ross’s stomach. He wound his arms around Ross’s hips and squeezed him tight. Next minute he was kneading Ross’s arse and his lips were drawing shifting circles across Ross’s abs.
    Ross stopped stroking his hair and tried to back step, but Kit clung on tight. He should have known this was coming from his experiences of old. Kit only had one avenue of expression—sex. It didn’t matter if he was miserable, in pain or delirious, everything sparked the same reaction. “Kit.” Ross wedged a hand between them and pushed. “I’m at work. We can’t do this.”
    What he should have said was, “I’m not ever doing this”. He wasn’t. He had Evie. His relationship with Kit was remaining completely platonic. Unfortunately, his body didn’t agree with his brain. Just as they had that first night in the kitchen, Ross’s senses reeled and reared. His loins grew heavy and arousal danced up and down the length of his stiffening cock.
    “No one’s going to come in,” Kit coaxed as he mouthed along the obvious swell in Ross’s trousers. “You’ve already bolted the door and I need the comfort.”
    Comfort! He needed a lesson in propriety. Hadn’t this sort of behaviour led to all the trouble six years back? “You need to get a grip.”
    “Excellent suggestion.” He pressed a hand between Ross’s legs and cupped his balls. Ross’s cock jerked and swelled, and Kit mouthed the very tip of it through the trouser fabric.
    “I’ve appointments, Kit.”
    The plea fell on deaf ears. Kit’s lips continued to move. His hand gently squeezed,