Free Ross 01 Unleashed by Cherrie Lynn Page A

hot blonde who’d been eyeing him ever since their arrival and act like he could only speak Italian. It probably wasn’t a good idea to put him in proximity with a woman dripping diamonds and sex appeal, but it was all she could think of. What made it doubly hilarious was the slinky blonde’s obvious desperation to communicate with him.
    “I think you could’ve nailed her despite the language barrier,” Kelsey laughed after he returned to their table.
    “I kept waiting for you to come to my rescue, but you didn’t, so now you must pay.” He pointed at her. “Truth or dare? And stop being a weenie, because you never take dares.”
    “You never take truths. And I guess I just like revealing things to you.” She shifted in her seat as his expression slackened into one she’d have called desire if it had been on anyone else. It sent a surge of boldness through her blood. “All right, then. Both ,” she declared, and he grinned.
    “Well, well. Okay. First you have to tell me something about you there’s no way I could know. Shock me.”
    “Like…shocking how ?”
    “That’s up to you.” But his low, sexy tone of voice told her just exactly the kind of shocking he meant. It sent warm currents to all the right places even as she felt the blood rising in her face.
    Lifting her gaze to his, she took a breath and inhaled half the margarita the waitress had just set in front of her. Evan laughed at her, one corner of his mouth turned up.
    She winced as the icy slush burned down her throat, vanishing into the warmth that flowed through her veins. It was enough to loosen her inhibitions, her tongue. She ran her gaze hungrily over Evan, gorgeous specimen that he was. Good God. She’d love to loosen her tongue over him. The heat was pooling in places that had her squirming. It was like a magnet tugging her between her legs and in her breasts, pulling her straight toward him, toward the inevitable. Leaning over the table, she propped her chin in her hand.
    “I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm.” And that’s something I would love very much for you to help me out with , she added silently. At least she hoped it was silent.
    Evan’s head snapped back as if her words had physically smacked him in the face. His eyebrows were practically in his hairline, his green eyes enormous. But his surprise was gone as quickly as it had manifested, and he leaned toward her, so that their noses were only a few inches apart. “ Really .”
    “Did I do good? Is that the kind of shocking you had in mind?”
    “That’s it, pretty much, but a damn shame , is what that is.” He gaped at her for a moment. “Are you drunk?”
    “No. I’m fine, really. Why?”
    “I just never… I mean, I expected you to turn me down cold on that one. You hardly talk like that unless… Look, you have me stuttering now.”
    She laughed, reveling in the sense of accomplishment. She’d made Evan Ross stutter.
    But he was going on. She’d dug her hole, now she had to wallow in it. “Never?”
    “I just don’t think I can do it,” she told him with exaggerated eyelash-fluttering coquettishness. “Lots of women can’t, though.” She knew she was going to want to kick herself in the morning when she remembered this conversation.
    “Oh, I bet you can,” he said with a knowingness that curled her toes in shoes that didn’t allow for much toe curling. Lisa would definitely call them medieval torture devices. “And now for your dare.”
    Her breath stilled. His gaze flickered down to her lips, and she parted them involuntarily. God, if he ever kissed her…she didn’t know if she would be able to handle it. Once at a frat party he and some long-forgotten girlfriend had found a dark corner and made out just across the room from her. Seeing it had been as fun as a kick in the gut, but she hadn’t been able to tear her gaze away from the slow, tender insistence of his mouth and the restless wandering of his hands on the girl’s body. They’d