Ross’ eyes flickered over to me and back.
He busied himself with the fancy coffee machine. The black, heavenly smelling brew trickled into the two cups. He added milk to both, then set them on the counter between us.
“Thanks.” I took a sip and set it back on the saucer. “So, you want me to teach you how to woo your customers?”
Ross swallowed. He gripped the counter as if he needed to steady himself.
I leaned over the kitchen island and sought his eyes which had dipped to the neckline of my dress. I’d picked the one that made even my small boobs look great.
You’re welcome, Ross.
“One secret ingredient is harmless flirting,” I informed him.
“Harmless…what?” He narrowed his eyes on me. They were so soft for such an enormous man, dark brown with the longest lashes ever.
“Flirting, Mr Graham,” I repeated. “The trick is to make it believable enough so your customers feel special, but light enough for them not to be weirded out.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing with me?”
I gave him a mock outrageous stare.
“Ross Graham, I’m shocked that you would suggest such a thing? You are my favourite first guest in the morning. Seeing your grumpy face…” I sighed dreamily then nudged his forearm. “I’m just kidding. I saidcustomers, notfriends.”
“Right, friends.” He cleared his throat. “Okay, let me try again.”
“What—what are you doing?” I asked him, trying to hide my hot cheeks behind my hair.
“I’m smiling?”
I snorted to try and regain some control over the situation.
This isn’t a smile; it’s a bloody smoulder.
“That should be illegal, Ross. Don’t look at me like that unless you mean it.”
“Maybe I do,” he deadpanned.
The laughter died in my throat when his eyes captured my gaze and we leaned in. Static crackled in the air between us.
“Your cheeks are red,” he noted.
I ignored him. “You’re definitely improving,” I muttered and raised a hand to stroke the side of his face. Gosh, his fur was silky beneath my fingers. “But I think you’ll need some more practice.”
In a rush of courage, I pressed my lips on his mouth. A deep rumble shook Ross’s chest and his enormous hand came up to cup the side of my neck.
He was so large, his thumb and forefinger almost touched together on the other side of my neck.
Holy shit, since when do I have a size kink?
Ross backed out of the kiss, or so I thought, until he pressed soft pecks on my lips, then his rough tongue licked open my mouth and found mine.
I gasped when heat shot through my core. It was a hot and breathless kiss that went on for way longer than I had planned. Not that I had plannedanyof this. It happened and Ross Graham went along with it. He tilted my head to the side and delved deeper into my mouth.
The pointed tip stroked the roof of my mouth, and I had never truly understood how many nerve endings there were there or that they had a direct connection with my clit.
The kiss was fierce and tender and a soft groan escaped me when the other hand found my hip.
He massaged my butt with so much care his touch bordered on the verge of tickling, but it was just firm enough to make me wet.
