Collide (The Barker Triplets 2)

She whispered, “Yes.”

“No emotional attachment because you and I…”

Again she nodded, mesmerized by the look in his eyes. They were hungry and they looked like they could devour her without even trying.

“We’re not exactly good for each other,” he continued.

She moistened her lips. Was that a groan she heard? Had it come from inside her?

“I know,” she managed. “But there was something we were damn good at.”

Shane gazed directly into her eyes so that there was no mistaking the raw desire she saw there. “You have one minute to get your stuff and get the hell out of here or…”

Her legs turned to jelly and she clutched the chair behind her. “Or what?”

He took a step forward but didn’t touch her. He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck and when he pushed aside her hair—when his tongue darted out and traced the skin behind her ear—she would have fell if not for the chair.

“If you don’t leave here I will fuck you.”

His words were crude and maybe they would have shocked the new Bobbi, except the new Bobbi was gone. At least for tonight. And, oh god, she was falling. A whimper escaped her throat as his mouth moved to the corner of hers, and then his hand was in her hair, yanking her head back slightly so she had to look up into his eyes.

“I’ll fuck you hard and fast, and then long and slow.”

Without thought her free hand reached down between her legs, seeking the sweet ache that burned hotter. Was it possible to come from just his words?

“And then we’ll really get busy.” His voice was low.

He grabbed her hand. He stopped her from touching herself and the groan that fell from her lips sounded almost animalistic.

“Trust me, I will give you a fuck-load of orgasms,” he paused, his warm breath feathering across her skin. “If you stay…”

He was giving her the chance to leave. The chance to avoid whatever mess she would land in if she stayed.

Except, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. So she remained silent, pulsing with desire and totally, achingly, unfinished.

“Just sex,” he said slowly, his gaze lowered onto her mouth. “Just tonight.”

She nodded. There was no way in hell she was going anywhere.

Shane stepped back and she saw the hard evidence of his arousal between his legs. The bulge in his jeans was impressive and he was just as worked up as she was. That was good. Her mouth watered in anticipation.

“Take your clothes off,” he said slowly.

For a moment she was confused. “What?” she said breathlessly. “Here?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Everything. Off. Right now.”

What game was this? Bobbi glanced down and tried t

o gather her chaotic thoughts. She’d come this far and wasn’t about to turn back now—she didn’t want to. Her entire body thrummed with needs. Needs that hadn’t been met in a very, very, long time.

After Shane she’d never truly felt alive and now…now she had a chance to experience it all again. But she would do it on her terms. Sex with no strings. Sex with no strings and Shane.

She could do it.

They could do this.

Her breath caught in her throat as her head shot back up and she nailed Shane with a look that said a million things.