Mine to Keep (Mine 2)

“Some people can wait forever for the right vengeance.”

“And this Anna Jean…she and her partner want to hurt you.”

By hurting me.

He pressed another kiss to her nape.

A shiver slid over her. “I would do anything to keep you safe. You know that, don’t you?”

His muscles locked. She felt the tenseness in his hold. “I don’t want you at risk, Skye.”

“But she came looking for me. In broad daylight.” That just didn’t sound like a woman who was trying to come in for a slow, sneaky kill.

“Anna Jean is insane. You don’t want to ever get close to her.”

“I’ve been close to other insane folks.” Like my mother. “I managed okay.”

He turned her in his arms. His gaze searched hers. “I don’t like to think of you in danger. I can’t.”

His lips took hers.

She kissed him back eagerly, her lips opening beneath his. Trace lifted her up, carried her a few feet across the room. She felt the hard edge of the desk against her thighs. He sat her down there, right on top of his gleaming desk, and he slipped between her splayed legs.

“I have you, and I won’t let you go.” One of his hands rested lightly against the column of her throat, right over her frantically racing pulse. “I don’t care which asshole from my past comes calling, no one will take you from me.”

Just as she wasn’t going to let anyone take Trace from her. Not when they finally had a chance together.

He lifted up her shirt. Tossed it across the room. His eyes were lit with a bright, burning fire. Lust. Need. The same need that pulsed through her veins.

His fingers brushed aside her bra. Her nipples were tight, aching, and when he bent his head and took one sensitive peak into his mouth, she arched against him.

Yes.

But he had on too many clothes. Way, way too many. Her fingers pushed between their bodies. She caught his belt. Yanked it aside. Jerked open his fly.

So her moves weren’t as easy or seductive as his had been. Skye wasn’t in the mood for easy.

“Trace.” His name came from her as a sensual demand. “I want you. Now.”

His head lifted. His gaze met hers.

“Now,” Skye said again. And, seeing that hot lust in his gaze, she told him, “I want you to fuck me hard, Trace. No control. No limits.”

His hands gripped the edge of the desk. “Skye, baby—”

“Everything, Trace. That’s what I want.”

What she’d have.

Lightning flashed beyond the windows.

Skye kicked off her shoes. She slid off the desk, her body brushing against Trace’s. Staring into his eyes, she stripped off the rest of her clothes. Her pants fell. Her panties—she threw those at him.

He caught them in a tight fist. “I never want to hurt you.”

She stood before him, naked. “The first time I came to see you in this office, I was terrified.”

His eyes blazed an even brighter blue. “The first time you came to see me, I wanted to strip you and fuck you on my desk.”

Her hands tapped on said desk. “Right here?”

“Yes.” A hard growl.

“Then I guess you’re about to get your wish, aren’t you?” She smiled at him and she touched herself, letting her hands slide down her stomach. Down to—

Trace grabbed her. He spun her around, turning her toward that desk. Her hands flew out and this time, her palms hit against the hard surface.

He was behind her. Fully erect, the head of his cock thrust toward her. She spread her legs. She arched against him.

He held her easily. Didn’t enter her yet, damn him. Just let her feel him, all around her. “If I get too rough,” he rasped out, “tell me to stop.”

“I’ll scream it,” she promised, her own breath panting.

His fingers stroked her. Pressed against her clit. Drove her insane.

“Trace!”

He plunged into her, slamming balls deep. Yes! He withdrew. Plunged deep again. Harder. The thud of flesh hitting flesh seemed to fill the room. Again and again.

She was so wet for him. So eager.

Thunder rumbled.

Deeper, deeper. She pushed back against each thrust, trying to take as much of him as she could. Her orgasm beat down on her. Her muscles tightened. So close. Just right—

“Ah, baby, you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” Trace whispered against her ear. He stilled.

Her sex clenched tightly around him, holding him in a desperate grip.

His mouth slid to her neck. He licked. He kissed.

His teeth pressed against her in a sensual bite. “Now,” he rasped against her skin. “You’re going to give me everything.”

He withdrew. She cried out. “No, Trace—”