Mine to Keep (Mine 2)
She put her hand on the glass. It was hard. Cool.
The water pounded down.
Her fingers swiped over the glass. She cleared a small section so that she could see—and, through that glass, Skye saw Trace.
Standing on the other side. Watching her.
She opened the door. The shower had been so loud that she hadn’t heard him come inside the bathroom.
He was still dressed. In his too expensive designer pants and the shirt that she knew must’ve been cut just for him.
The faint lines on his face were deeper. The shadows under his eyes were darker.
“Why were you just standing there?” Skye asked him. She didn’t try to cover her nudity.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted me with you.”
Ah, that was the part he just didn’t seem to get. “I always want you.” That was the problem. She lifted her hand to him, inviting him closer.
He took a fast step forward, then stilled. “I don’t want any more secrets. If you stay with me, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
“I’ll keep it. I swear.”
She kept her hand up. “Tell me that you didn’t kill Parker.” Skye hadn’t asked for the words before because she’d been afraid of his answer. But now…
“I didn’t kill Parker.”
Her lips trembled, then curved. “I need you.”
Skye thought he would strip before he joined her. The clothes had to be worth a small fortune but—
Trace didn’t strip.
He came straight into the shower, the water—pumping from two shower heads—poured down on them. His mouth took hers. The kiss was deep and hard. Consuming.
Exactly what she wanted.
Her hands closed around his shoulders. The water soaked his shirt, making the fabric cling to him. Her bare breasts pressed against his shirt-front, her nipples pebbling.
Trace.
Only Trace.
He was the one man who’d always been able to get past her defenses. The one man who could make her want and need more than anyone else.
His fingers slid down to her waist and he lifted her up against the marble wall of the shower. His mouth didn’t leave hers. His tongue thrust past her lips, and Skye arched toward him. In that moment, she was greedy and desperate for all that he’d give to her.
He was aroused. Trace’s thick cock pushed against the front of his pants, and she felt the ridge against her. She wanted that ridge in her.
Her hands shoved between them. She unhooked his belt. Fumbled enough to get the button and zipper undone, and then that thick, strong cock spilled out.
Two seconds later, his cock was just where she wanted it to be. Driving deep inside of her.
She cried out when he filled her because it felt so good. He thrust deep, as far as he could go. His hips pinned her, her legs clasped his hips, and his hands caught hers.
He pushed her hands back against the marble. Lifted them up high and held her prisoner while he thrust.
The pleasure built. She clamped down her inner muscles, holding him as tightly as she could. Faster, faster, harder, deeper…she was chanting and she didn’t care.
Trace was fucking her, and this moment—this—was what she needed to banish the hell around them.
She came with a fury, exploding hard and fast as the orgasm rocketed through her. It took her breath. Made the world grow dim for an instant, and she reveled in it.
He came right after her. Another hard thrust, then he was pumping within her. He kissed her while he came, and Skye was sure that she could taste his pleasure.
There was no room for doubt. It was just her. Just him.