Mine to Crave (Mine #4)(67)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“Only every damn minute.”

Her lips trembled into a smile.

“But you have to be careful,” Drake warned her. “You have to know…I can’t have you again and let you go.” That wasn’t the way he worked. “You shouldn’t have come back.”

Her hands rose. Curled around his neck. “And you shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. I’m not afraid of you, Drake Archer.”

Why not? He’d nearly cut out a man’s heart in front of her.

“I’m not afraid of you. Not of any enemies that you have. What I am afraid of…I’m afraid of being without you. Because that’s not how I want to live. That’s not how I can live. I need you. I love you.”

Her words rocked right to his core.

And sealed her fate.

“It’s done,” Drake managed to say, the words gravel-rough and final.

She blinked at him.

“I tried to be good, but, now princess, it’s too late.” He lifted her up, using so much care, and he sat her on the edge of his desk.

“Drake?”

He stripped her. Tossed her clothes away. Kept that stranglehold on his lust.

“Too late,” Drake said again as his fingers trailed up her bare thigh. “I can’t ever let you go now. You came back…that was your mistake…”

“Not a mistake. Not…ah…I missed you…”

His fingers were between her legs. He was going to use care with her, even if it killed him, but he had to get inside of her. Because then maybe the terrible ache he felt would end.

Maybe.

Or maybe it never would vanish because Drake would never forget the fear he’d felt when he thought that he’d lost her.

She was already wet for him.

He was burning alive for her.

Drake pulled her to the edge of the desk. Her legs rose around him. She smiled.

He was lost.

He damn near ripped his clothes away, then Drake pushed into her, locking all of his muscles because he wanted to drive deep and take and take and take.

But he didn’t. Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her. Sweat broke out on his brow as he held to his control. Then he was sheathed fully inside of her. As close to heaven as he’d ever get.

He pulled back. Thrust again, slowly, so slowly.

“Drake!”

She tried to push against him. He curled his fingers around her hips and held her there. He’d give her pleasure. As much as she could handle. And she’d never leave him.

Never.

He kept one hand on her hip, and his other slid between their bodies. Her eyes were on his. Her face flushed. Her breath panting.

Wet. Tight. Hot.

He strummed her clit. Worked her with slow touches and took her with long thrusts. Her breath panted out even faster. She choked out his name.

When she came, he felt the contraction of her delicate muscles all along his cock. That silken caress drove him over the edge and his own release pounded through him. He grabbed for the desk in that frantic moment, because he didn’t want to hold her too fiercely. He nearly broke the desk as the climax churned through his body. Hot. Intense. The f**king best release of his life. The pleasure left him shuddering.

But not sated. Not done. He could never be done with her. They were just getting started.

“Drake, let me stay with you.”

Let her stay? His head lifted. He could taste her. “I told you, princess, you made a mistake. My life’s not worth living without you. I can’t let you go again.”

He kissed her once more.

“And even if I have to fight Noah, Saxon and that jerk Victor, I want you at my side. Always.” He’d fight every enemy that he had—anyone who tried to keep him from her.

Her lips lifted in the smile that had first twisted his heart. “You don’t have to worry about Noah. He’s the one who told me where you were.”

Well, well…thanks, buddy.

“As for Saxon and Victor, they are my family, but they know you are, too.”

He was?

“No one will stand between us,” she promised him. “There will never be anything between us again.”

His chest wasn’t aching anymore. He didn’t hurt. But… “I don’t want to hurt you.” That was his fear.

“Then love me, Drake. Love me forever and you never will.”

So easy. “I already do.” He loved her more than life. “And I always will.”

Her dimples flashed then, and her smile was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Trouble.

Yes, he’d found it—and he was so glad that he had.