Ultimate Kill (Book 1 Ultimate CORE Trilogy) (CORE Series) by Kristine Mason

intended. Damn, he wanted her. But not like this. Not a quick fuck for old times’ sake.  
    “Funny, earlier I was thinking about making new ones,” she said, her eyes matching her seductive tone. She pulled against his grip, causing her breasts to thrust forward. “I’ve missed—”
    He crushed his mouth against hers. He didn’t want to hear what she’d missed. Him? Them? Sex? It didn’t matter. At this point he wasn’t sure what to believe, he couldn’t be sure if the words coming out of her pretty mouth were lies, the truth or a variation of both. He’d kiss her hard and fast and walk away. Tomorrow they’d discuss the past and put it to rest. As for tonight, he had no plans on making any new memories that would only—
    She opened her mouth and slid her tongue along his. His body switched into overdrive. Need rushed through his veins.  
    Screw it.
    Releasing her hands, he tangled his fingers through her hair and grabbed a fistful. He held her head still and assaulted her lips. His conscience warned him to back off, that he was being rough. That he was doing the exact opposite of what he’d planned. But he couldn’t stop. He’d missed the taste of her, the feel of her body against his. She cupped his jaw with one hand and palmed his erection with the other. He’d missed her , damn it. Needing more, needing his conscience to shut the hell up, he pressed her against the door, ran his free hand down her sexy curves and lifted her leg.  
    Moving her hand from between their bodies, she held onto his ass, pushing him closer and settling her heat on his thigh. She rotated her pelvis and sighed against his mouth. He should make her come, he could make her come, remind her what they used to have together and leave her wanting more.
    He tore his mouth away. Breathing hard, he stared into her eyes. They glittered with desire, with the same need pulsing through his body. With trust.
    Damn, he was an asshole and a selfish bastard for wanting to make her want him, when all he craved was her and the love they used to have. Knowing now was the moment to end a kiss that could go further than he’d intended, he ignored the rational side of his brain, gripped her hips and moved her along his thigh.
    Her breath hitched as she kept her eyes on his. Aware of what she liked, he slid a hand under her shirt and pushed the material up her torso. Hot pink lace covered her breasts. Aching to taste her, he gave the lace a tug and exposed one taut nipple. With his eyes still on hers, he dipped his head and took what he wanted. Ran his tongue along her nipple and kept her heat pinned against his thigh.  
    She shoved her hands through his hair, gripped his head and forced his mouth away only to kiss him again. Scorching hot, deep and demanding, she was the one who took and tempted him. She ground her pelvis against his thigh, untucked his shirt and ran her hands underneath along his bare skin. He wanted to be skin to skin but knew that wasn’t an option. If he allowed this so-called kiss to go that far, it might cloud his judgment and make the questions he’d demand answers to that much harder to ask. But he could leave them both satisfied and not in a way that would make him out to be a total jackass.  
    He moved his hand between their bodies and unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her capris. When she slid her hands down his bare back and gripped his ass, he fought to keep his own desires in check, raised her up slightly and worked his hand beneath her panties. Swollen, soft and wet, he sank his fingers into her heat.
    With a low moan, she released his lips and rested her forehead against his. Her warm breath mingled with his and came in short quick puffs. As he drove his fingers deeper into her, over and over, she sagged against the door. He kept her upright, kept her pinned and dipped his head again for another taste of her nipple. He tugged and sucked on the hard peak while she hugged him close and clung to his back.
    His