Free Point Blank by Kaily Hart Page A

hisand…
    Breathe, Lanie , justbreathe.
    Sheclearedherthroat.He’dchangedandhow,butshe’dstillhaveknownhimanywhereandiftherewasanydoubtinhermindastowhetherhestilldiditforher? Just blown out of the water.
    “You ah…filled out.” Alot.
    He’dgonefromtall,lankyandawkwardlookingtopowerfullybuilt.Thedark dresspantsanddarkgrayshirtdidlittletodisguisethewideshoulders,flatstomach andleanhipsandjeez,whatthatshirtdidforthoseeyes.Helookedcoolandelegant,
almost civilized, but the dark overlong hair and rough stubble on his cheeks
told herhehadn’tcompletelyabandonedhiswildstreak.Herstomachsomersaultedashergaze landedonhismouth,amouthshe’dbeenfixatedonformostofhighschool. And beyond.
    “Yeah,
amazing what some decent food cando.”
    Therewasnothinginhisvoice,noneofthebitternessshemighthaveexpected.
Everyone had known about his family—had known, but had never doneanythingabout it. Includingher.
    “Rex—”
    “It’s old history.” His gaze roved across her face, lingered
briefly on her lipsbefore locking
onto hers. “You rememberme.”
    Remember
him? How could shenot?
    “We
didn’t exactly hang with the same crowd,” headded.
    Lanie didn’tthinkhe’deverhungwithanyone.He’dalwaysbeenalone,keeping himself separate from everyone
else, not that she could blame him. The kidshad ridiculedhimforhistoo-small,dirtyclothesandunkemptappearance.Thatwasuntilhe’dgottenbiggerandlearnedtofightback.Andhe’dalwayswon.Whenthetrouble
with the police started, he’d been labeled a wild, out-of-control troublemaker
andnoneof the parents had wanted their kids near him. Includinghers.
    “I
remember,” she said, her voicehusky.
    His gaze raked her from head to foot in a searing glance she
could almost feel.“Youlook great, Lanie ,
reallygreat.”
    The sound of her name in his rich, deep voice caused her body
to hum andher heartbeattokickintohighgear.Herstomachwaschurningbecauseitwasn’tjusthis
words. His eyes told her he was thinking a lot more than“great”.
    “Youlook…”
    Incredible. Gorgeous. Lickable . Especiallywiththebad-boyvibehestillhadgoing on. And she’d just bet he had to
have a tattoo. She swallowed. Somewhere.
    The left side of his mouth lifted in exactly the same way she
remembered and ithad the same effect
it always did—funky, weird things to her insides. Except nowher reactionwasn’tthatofateenagegirlwithanout-of-control,vividimagination.No,it
wasthatofawomanwhocouldalltooeasilypicturethethingsshewantedtodowith
that hard body, what she wanted him to do to her with it—in explicit,
graphic detail.Oh God. And wet
panties, seriously wet panties—or she would have if she’d actuallybeen wearingany.
    “Yeah. You like ink onguys?”
    Crap. Shockthatshe’dactuallysaidthatoutloudwasquicklyfollowedwiththe thought, where ? Lanie took a deep breath. It was a futile attempt to
steady herself .She’d
neverreallygonefortattoosbeforebutwhatshewouldn’tgivetobeabletofindthem on Rex forherself.
    She was pretty sure she nodded, but she couldn’t be certain.
She’d lost it, reallylost it,
because if she had to guess, she’d say he was looking at her as if he wanted todevour her whole and that just couldn’t be
right. Couldit?
    He leaned down and she got a whiff of sexy, hot, clean male. And somethingfresh and
woodsy. It was enough to make herlightheaded.
    “So,”hedrawled.“IslittleMiss-Goody-Two-Shoesreadytoletherhairdownandhave
some funtonight?”
    Sheshiveredatthewashofhishotbreathagainstthesideofherneck,herear.Shetriedtodrawinmoreairbutitdidnothingtoeasethejoltlowinherabdomenorthe
stinging ache between her legs, the sudden dryness of hermouth.
    Okay, Lanie this is it. Youpromised.
    “I think,” she whispered, wetting her lips. “I think she’s
ready to havesome horizontal, naked,
adultfun.”
    He
stiffened. “Ah…what?”
    Heregoes.
    “With you,” she blurted before she chickened out, because
that was adistinct possibility at
this point. “If youwant.”
    He stared at her as if he’d never seen her