Page 53 of Point Blank

He clenched his hands tighter around her hips and rocked them back and forth. Christ, she was driving him insane. Everything she did made his cock stretch. If he didn’t get inside her he’d burst.

She squirmed against him. “What are you doing?” Despite the question, her voice came out throaty.

“I lied, Serena.”

“About?”

“I can’t just sleep with you once. There’s too much between us. Too much left to act like just one roll in the sheets is going to cut it.”

Her hand fell from his jaw to his shoulder and coasted over his bicep. He expected her to push away, to shrug off his comment, but she locked her eyes on his.

“I know.”

He dragged a breath into his lungs and stared into the searing embers of her baby blues. He lifted her up, dropping her ass onto the counter. She turned to the steaming mugs and moved them out of harm’s way. Then he caught her hands and held them between her spread legs.

“Do you know what you’re signing up for?” His voice rumbled from deep within his gut. A primitive animal waited to be unleashed with her go-ahead.

She didn’t flinch in his hold, but her chest lifted and fell rapidly. Her head bobbed in understanding.

“What?” He didn’t know why he was wasting time talking, or what he wanted to hear. But something was making him leash the beast in his jeans.

“We’re going to fuck, and it’s not going to mean anything.”

His abdominal wall jerked under the impact of her words. He ran a shaky hand over his face. Lord almighty, she was even making him tremble. The rage of his blood rushed against his veins.

It pissed him off. Not that she’d said it, but that she believed it. He should walk away. Drop whatever the hell hung between them, finish this heist to get back her sister, and return to his life.

Only he couldn’t.

He threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and tipped her head back. “Is that what you want? To fuck?”

She swallowed, and her throat moved against his forearm. Her lips, wet and moist, parted.

“I want you, Milo. On whatever terms you’re capable of.” Ice coated her words. Hurt? Or a challenge? Was that what she wanted? For him to bare his feelings? To rehash years of guilt and pain?

He couldn’t do that. Not when he could barely wrap his head around his emotions himself. An animalistic part of him wanted to strip her and give her exactly what she claimed to want. But part of him couldn’t do that. At least not under these conditions.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Serena.” He danced his thumb from the top of her cheek to the corner of her lips, then over her chin. “Nothing between us will ever be meaningless. It can’t be.” He closed his eyes and dipped his head. “Please don’t ask me what the hell that means right now. All I know is it’s true.”

He kept his gaze on the rise and fall of her belly. If he had to walk away from her right now, he’d probably blow his load in his pants and embarrass the hell out of himself. He shifted his hips, but the taut denim only scraped against the sensitive head of his cock even more.

Serena’s hands slid under the front of his shirt. How she lived with such cold extremities never ceased to amaze him. Her fingers toyed with his abs until he lifted his head. Her eyes were hooded with desire, the flesh at her breasts flushed to a delicious pink. She rolled the back of her head into his palm and he straightened, leaned closer, and dipped his mouth to hers.

Her lips moved against his, and her tongue flicked into his mouth. Her hips bucked on the counter, and he brought his free hand to the crease of her groin. Tracing his thumb along the V between her legs, he rubbed when he hit the small, warm spot. A whimper sounded from her throat and he groaned into her mouth.

Her ankles hooked around his lower back, dragging him closer. With every movement of his thumb she grew more frantic. Her hands, now hot, pulled at his waist, and her teeth dragged over his bottom lip until the tinny taste of blood touched his tongue.

Holy fucking shit.

He cradled her neck, stealing some of her mobility so he could control the kiss, which earned him a huff of impatience. He broke away from her mouth, caught the hem of her shirt, and freed her of it. She let go of his sides to unhook her bra, which she tossed across the island. In perfect synchrony, she lifted her hips and he pulled her pants off.

She tugged at her panties but he stopped her.

“Keep those on,” he said, his voice as rough as broken glass. The pink flowers splashed against her pale skin, and he wanted nothing more than to admire them as he fit his cock nicely around the edge of the lace.

She caught his zipper and tugged it down. Just having her hands that close to his dick brought him close to coming. He moved his face to the curve of her neck and licked and sucked her delicious skin. Jesus, she tasted like vanilla cupcakes.

Her hand grabbed his shaft and he nibbled her collarbone. All the blood left his head and pulsed in the member snuggled in her hand. She moved her hand one long stroke after the other. A guttural moan rattled in his chest. He cradled her breasts in his hands and nuzzled his face in the crest between them before drawing one nipple into his mouth. He licked his tongue over the little pebble, turning it to a taut nub.