Mine to Have (Mine #5)(14)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Her hands curled in her lap as he took them down what was not a road, not really, more like some partially worn path. She glanced back and realized that the path was pretty much invisible from the main road. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d drive right past it.

And that probably makes this place a perfect hiding spot.

A few moments later, they were in front of the promised cabin. The place was small, wooden, and totally surrounded by the swamp.

“You know…” Her throat had gone dry. “I’ve read stories about the giant snakes that live near this area. People have been letting their pet pythons and anacondas out here in the Everglades, just dumping them, and the snakes are getting huge and even attacking the gators.”

He didn’t say anything. She tore her gaze away from the cabin to see that he’d turned toward her, his brows raised in surprise.

“What?” Elizabeth demanded. “I’m serious.” Dead serious. “You should read the news stories.”  She shuddered. “I can’t handle snakes.” Especially snakes big enough to attack an alligator.

He leaned forward, and his knuckles slid under her chin. “Sweetheart, you have men trying to kill you. Don’t you think you should be more worried about them? And not the snakes that might be out here?”

Something…happened to her when Saxon touched her. Her heart beat too fast. Her skin seemed to overheat, and her whole body just became far too sensitive. “I’m worried about the men…and the snakes.”  She had enough fear for both of them.

He smiled. It was a rather stunning sight because he had a truly gorgeous smile. One that transformed his face from rough and dangerous to drop-dead gorgeous.  “How about I promise to protect you from the snakes?”

The way he was already protecting her from the men who were after her? Twice now he’d saved her life.  How was she supposed to repay him? “You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”

His gaze had fallen to her mouth.  Was he thinking about kissing her? Because she was thinking about kissing him, and that was just insane. She’d watched a man die! But…

But right then, she wanted to kiss Saxon. She wanted to grab tight to him and feel alive.  Because she was very much afraid that she might be living on borrowed time. And I don’t want my last days—moments?—to be filled with just fear. I want more.

When they’d kissed before, escape had been her priority. Her mind had been racing the whole time as she waited for a moment of weakness from him. What would it be like to kiss him again? To just feel him against her? His mouth? His tongue?

“Since you’re sitting down, you can’t knee me in the groin.”

Her eyes widened. “I wasn’t—”

“So I’m going to kiss you now, unless you tell me to back the hell off.”

She didn’t speak.

His smile was gone, and desire lit his eyes.  “You’re not like anyone I’ve met before, either,” he said, and then his mouth was on hers.  Warm, sensual, lips open, tongue-teasing.  She felt that kiss in every cell of her body. Need and desire twisted within her, and she kissed him back a little harder, a little deeper. Elizabeth found herself wanting more, wanting to feel so much more than just a kiss.

Because his lips had just touched hers and—Bam. Desire burned through her body.  He did it.  He makes me feel this way. I am in so much trouble.

“You taste good.” Those words were a deep, dark growl against her lips. “I could just eat you right up.”

Her panties got wet. That wasn’t supposed to happen.  He wasn’t supposed to be the guy who made her think—Bam.

He kissed her again.

Her hands came up and wrapped around his neck. She pulled him closer and because she wanted it so much, Elizabeth opened her mouth wider for him.  The man sure knew how to kiss.

How to kill and how to kiss. She’d discovered two very important skill sets that the guy possessed.

He licked her lower lip.  Elizabeth couldn’t help it—she moaned, and his whole body went tense at that sound.

Saxon pulled away from her, settling back on his side of the truck, and Elizabeth realized that the panting sound of her breath filled the truck’s interior.

“Just so we’re clear…” Saxon told her, “I want to f**k you more than I want my next breath right now.”

Her panties got a bit wetter.  No, she’d definitely not met anyone like him before.  The guys in her circle—even Wesley—were always so controlled. Perfect gentlemen. They would never dream of saying something like that to her.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. His door was still open, and the interior light kept shining down on them. Her gaze trailed over his hands. Such big, strong hands.  Her eyes focused on his knuckles and on the faint, white scars there. Her fingers reached out and traced lightly over the marks on his right hand. “What happened?”

“I busted too many faces.”

She looked up at him.

“In another life…”

Wait, those were scars from fighting?

“You need to remember,” he told her, staring straight into her eyes, “I’m not some safe guy you can play around with while you’re biding your time until you get to return to your real life.  When I said I wanted you more than breath, I meant it.” His gaze glittered. “Next time, I’ll take you instead of that breath.”

She was not ready for this. For him. Not in any way.  Elizabeth hurriedly pushed open her door.  It wasn’t until that moment that she fully became aware of the sounds—it was like a million different insects were out there chirping at her. Probably because they are. She high-tailed it toward the cabin because she did not want to deal with any snakes, and when Saxon opened the front door, she rushed inside.

“I have a generator out back,” he told her, his voice the deep rumble that made her think far too much about what he’d sound like in bed. “I’ll get it going for you. Just stay here, okay?”

Wait, he was leaving? “Uh—”

And he was already gone.

So she stood there, keeping close to the door because it let the sunshine in, and those chirps and cries got louder and louder. She started to inch deeper into the cabin’s interior. The lights flashed on. She was so startled that she gave a little scream.

Saxon came running. “Elizabeth!”