Collide by Juliana Stone Page A

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 to 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.
    She would to it. And she was more than
willing to play his game.
    “You want me to take my clothes off in the
middle of your kitchen.”
    Again he nodded, his eyes never leaving
hers.
    “Right here in the kitchen,” she said slowly
glancing around.
    “Right here,” he answered. “Everything
off.”
    “I got that, but you have to promise not to
touch me until I say you can.”
    He arched an eyebrow but nodded, a ghost of a
smile toying with the corners of his mouth.
    Bobbi moved forward slowly and when Shane
would have said something she shook her head and held her
forefinger to her lips. She paused, just in front of him, and bent
over to unlace her boots. Once they were loose she kicked them off
and began to slowly unbutton her blouse as she crossed the entire
open space and stood in front of a large mirror on the opposite
wall.
    Bobbi gazed in mirror and watched Shane
closely as she undid the last button. For a heartbeat, she paused,
and then slowly slid the silk off her skin, where it fell to the
floor at her feet.
    Her eyes never left Shane.
    There was an entire room between them and yet
she felt the heat of his desire as if he was standing right next to
her.
    She knew from the angle that he couldn’t see
anything but the back of her body and her eyes.
    Carefully her fingers undid her bra clasp and
she watched him shift, like he was uncomfortable, and the small
black wisp of a garment joined her blouse. Shane started forward
but her hoarse voice shut him down. “Not yet.”
    Her eyes still on him through the mirror, she
let her fingers walk across her