Don't Need You - Lilian Monroe Page 0,17
to fuck you to oblivion.
So, yeah.
I’m screwed, basically. Unfortunately not literally.
“Good night. And…thanks.” Serena smiles at the two of us, her eyes lingering for a moment on mine. As her gaze drops to my shoulders, my chest, and down to my waist, heat erupts in my core.
It’s not until her bedroom door closes that I’m able to take a deep breath. Robbie stares at me for a moment, then pinches his lips together and nods.
“Thank you for this, Kit. I know I’ve sprung a lot on you today and we haven’t even known each other that long.”
I shake my head. “We’re friends, Robbie. I get it. I’d do the same for my sister.”
Robbie reaches over to me and gives me a rough hug. When he pulls away, I think I hear him sniffle. He turns his head, though, mumbling good night and turning his back to me.
I slump down on the sofa, letting out a long breath.
This was supposed to be a simple Thanksgiving weekend away from the mess I left in Woodvale. It was supposed to be easier than dealing with Finn and Esme.
But I’ve walked into a tangled web—and the worst part is, I don’t want to leave.
Serena has hit me in the gut with a sledgehammer, and I’m standing here asking for more. I let out a breath, leaning my head on the back of the sofa as I close my eyes.
It’s fine. She’ll crash at my place for a while, then she’ll move out. I’ll barely see her—I work all the time, anyway. I’m doing Robbie a favor. He’s my friend, and he’s been helpful at work. He’s the only person who’s made me feel normal since things at the skydiving business imploded.
I lie down on my makeshift bed, twisting and turning to get comfortable. I stare at the ceiling, then try to squeeze my eyes shut.
Serena’s face flashes through my mind. The fear in her eyes when we were at her apartment makes my mind race, and I can’t get my brain to quiet down.
It’s not just how afraid she was. It’s how much I wanted to be there for her. How much I wish I were in that bedroom with my arms wrapped around her. How good it felt to have her in my arms.
Finally, I give up. I sit up and let out a breath.
This is bad—but it’ll pass, right? It’s a fleeting attraction and an unusual situation. Once she moves to Woodvale, all this will be a distant memory. She’s attractive, and my body is rebelling. It’ll blow over soon.
It has to.
Talking myself down, I try to take deep, cleansing breaths—but it’s no use. The door behind me opens and I turn to see Serena emerging from her bedroom with a grin on her face.
She’s still wearing those tiny little boy shorts and an old T-shirt, except now, she has my pilot’s jacket on over her shoulders and my hat on her head. I resist the urge to groan. My cock jumps up and I shift to hide it, letting my eyes drift down over her body.
I didn’t think I’d find that so hot, but damn. Heat roars through my stomach, and I tear my eyes back up to meet hers. Serena does a little twirl, glancing over her shoulder as she tips the hat toward me. When she turns back around, she opens the jacket up and gives me a view of her pebbled nipples through her thin T-shirt.
My cock throbs. Aches. Needs.
She smiles. “Hey.” Glancing down the hallway toward her brother’s room, she tiptoes over to stand next to the sofa. “You left this in the bedroom.” She gestures to the cushion next to me. “May I?”
“Please.”
When Serena sits down, my whole body thrums. I want to shift closer to her. I want to fuck her relentlessly while she wears my uniform. I want to tug her hair and bite her neck. Hear her pant my name as she comes, dragging her nails down my back.
I want it all. Every bit of her. I want to suck her dry, then give her life. Watch her come apart and stitch her back together again.
Serena quirks those lush lips, eyes flashing. I have to look away, even though a magnetic pull is dragging me toward her. Stealing a glance at her bare legs, I suck in a breath.
She’s attractive.
I almost laugh at my own thought. Attractive? Serena isn’t attractive, she’s deadly. She’s viciously beautiful. Wickedly sexy. She looks like she was built