Mine to Crave (Mine 4)

Victor swallowed.

“Now we have plans to put in place. Because according to our intel, Maxwell is already on his way here.”

“What?”

“We didn’t tell Jasmine because if she’d known…Drake didn’t think she’d leave the two of you behind.”

Drake had been right. Saxon rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. “That intel of yours had better not be wrong.”

“It isn’t.” Trace seemed certain. “We found your location because it had already been leaked. We just managed to beat Maxwell here, but he is coming. And we have to be ready for him.”

Saxon had been waiting for his chance at the guy. Ever since the sonofabitch had punched Jasmine. Right in front of me. He hadn’t seen the blow coming. And it had wrecked him.

I’m so sorry, Jazz.

“We wait,” Trace said, “and when he gets close enough, the bastard is ours.”

Chapter Fifteen

The motorcycle roared to a stop in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

Jasmine tightened her hold on Drake even as he braked the bike. What were they doing? She didn’t see a helicopter there.

He rose, and she followed him, ditching the helmet that he’d given to her. “Drake? Drake, why are we stopping here?” The stars—looked like a million of them—glinted down on her.

“Because I can’t go anymore…I need you too much.”

It couldn’t be as much as she needed him.

“Jasmine…we have to talk. There were things I couldn’t say with those two guards of yours listening to our every word.”

Her guards—Victor and Saxon? She turned away from him and nervously rubbed her arms. She felt chilled out there.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest. “Do you know what it was like for me?”

“I—” No, she didn’t. Jasmine didn’t have a clue.

His mouth pressed to her neck, scorching her with his kiss.

She trembled. They were surrounded by the woods. He’d pulled off the narrow road, and they were far away from prying eyes.

It’s just us.

“When I saw the fire…when I saw that place explode, do you know what it was like for me?”

Helplessly, Jasmine shook her head.

He kissed her neck again.

“I was ready to burn with you.”

Her heart slammed into her chest. She never wanted Drake to suffer because of her.

“I didn’t plan on you.” He seemed to surround all of her. Jasmine could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her. Only fair considering that she’d just nearly melted with the light caress of his lips against her throat. “I knew better than to trust a beautiful face.”

Because of Anna Jean. Would that woman’s ghost never stop haunting her?

“You risked your life for me.”

He nipped her with his teeth then. A gentle punishment that had her aching even more.

“You stared at danger. You fucking made me laugh, and you caught me. You slipped beneath my guard when I should have been watching…”

One hand rose and slid up her side, resting just beneath her breast. In that wilderness, they seemed totally isolated. Just her. Just Drake. Just the faint howl of the wind through the trees.

His hand curled around her breast. Her nipple was already tight and hard with arousal, and she gasped at the electric contact.

“You lied to me.” His mouth was on the spot where her shoulder and neck met, that curve that she’d never realized was so incredibly sensitive.

He kissed her there even as his hand fondled her breast. The wind seemed to kick up around her, and her long skirt blew back against her legs.

“I-I had to lie…”

“You deserve your punishments.”

Both of his hands were on her now. Strong, rough hands. Her hips squirmed, pushing back against him.

“I knew you lied…and I didn’t care.”

Once more, she felt the nip of his teeth. Jasmine was pretty sure her panties were soaked. I missed him so much.

One of his hands slid down her stomach. He caught her billowing skirt and slid under it. She pushed up onto her toes and tried to widen her legs a bit more.

“I heard the recording they made of you. You told Case that I wouldn’t come after you. That I didn’t care.”

His fingers brushed over her panties. Her eyes closed as a moan built in her throat.

“You were supposed to lie to him, but those words didn’t sound like a lie.”

Helplessly, Jasmine shook her head.

His fingers pulled the panties to the side, and then he was touching her. Stroking her with his slightly callused fingers—sliding two fingers into her.

“You weren’t lying to him. You thought you didn’t matter to me.”

Faster, harder, he worked her sex with one hand while his other stroked her breast. Jasmine’s whole body was bow tight. A release was coming. Just seconds away—

He spun her around. “You thought wrong, princess.” He jerked open his jeans. His cock sprang out. Before she could suck in a deep breath, he’d lifted her up—she loved that man’s strength—and he was inside of her. Surging deep and hard, filling her so much that she ached, and the ache felt good. “You.” Thrust. “Were.” Hard thrust. “Wrong.”

His hands were steel bands around her waist as he lifted her into each thrust. Strong and hard and wild. She couldn’t slow down his rhythm. She didn’t want to. Jasmine just held onto him, squeezing him with her sex, and when the pleasure burst through her, she kissed him as she tried to give him back some of that blazing euphoria.

The pleasure lashed her whole body. Inside. Out. Pulsed through her with a sensual energy that ignited her.

Her hands sank into his hair. She kept kissing him, deep, sensually, and with all the passion that she had.

She felt him come inside of her. Long, hot jets that just made her tremble all the more.

He didn’t ease his hold on her. She didn’t let him go. They were still in the night. She wished that they could just stay there, alone, and forget the rest of the world. Forget the danger and the fear.

But his hands were slowly sliding down her body. He eased her back to her feet. Her knees shook and he held her when she trembled.

He pressed a faint kiss to her forehead. It was…tender. Jasmine had to swallow the lump in her throat. “Where is that helicopter going to take us?” Jasmine whispered.

“Any place you want to go.”