Mine to Hold (Mine #3)(14)
Author: Cynthia Eden

But he didn’t carry her far. Just a few steps. Closer to the window. To the big, leather couch that waited right beside that glass.

He spread her out on the couch. She started to cover her br**sts, but he caught her wrists. Lifted them above her head. “Don’t move them.” He swallowed. His gaze burned her. “You look sexy that way.”

She’d been hurt badly in Chicago, and she bore the scar from that attack, but Noah didn’t seem to see it at all as he gazed at her. Noah didn’t seem to pay much attention to any of her scars.

I’m the one who can’t see past them.

But Claire shoved her doubts away right then. She was going to have this moment with him. No matter what…I’ll have this.

She still had on her black panties. Panties that she’d picked up back in New York before their flight had left. And she wore her heels. Heels that were higher than anything she’d worn before.

Noah bent his head. His lips closed around her breast. He licked. Sucked.

Claire arched against him. She wanted to grab onto him and hold tightly, but she didn’t move her hands. She kept them above her head, fisted.

His fingers worked her other breast. Lightly tugging at the nipple. Stroking her. Her hips arched again, helplessly. She felt so empty, and she wanted Noah to fill her. She wanted him to thrust deep inside of her.

Then she could pretend that she was just like every other woman. Having sex with her lover. Enjoying pleasure.

“With me, Claire.”

His hand slid over the plane of her stomach. Down, down his fingers went until he was at the edge of her panties.

Her eyes were on his hand.

“If I pull these off, they’ll just get stuck on your shoes,” he murmured. “So…”

He ripped her panties. Tore them in two and tossed the scraps away.

“That’s what I wanted.” His fingers slid between her folds. “Ah, baby, you’re so ready for me.”

He positioned his body between her legs. He’d thrust into her soon, she was sure of it. He’d—

He slid a finger into her.

Claire jerked toward him.

“So tight. You’re going to drive me out of my mind.”

He was already driving her out of hers.

“But you have to be burning up. You have to need me more than breath.” He withdrew his finger. Moved her legs farther apart. The couch was massive, so there was easily room for them both on it and he was—he was—

Noah put his mouth on her.

Claire flinched. She hadn’t expected that move. Her hands flew down to his shoulders.

“No, Claire,” the words growled against the most sensitive part of her body. “Hands up.”

Then his tongue, that wonderful, wicked tongue of his, stroked her. Slid over her. Slid into her.

Her hands flew back up and locked around one of the pillows on the couch. Her hips were arching, so he grabbed them and held them tightly. And he kept tasting her. Licking her. Kissing her. Taking her breath away as she gasped.

Every muscle in her body seemed to tense. Claire heard herself crying out Noah’s name.

Her release was close. She could feel it. No roughness. No fast groping.

This was sex. This was what it should be like. Hot. Consuming.

His tongue thrust into her.

Claire screamed when the climax hit her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her body bucked beneath him. The pleasure rolled through her, seeming to crest again and again, and Claire shuddered with the powerful release.

“That’s a good start.”

Her eyelashes lifted. Her breath heaved out.

“I like it when you scream for me, Claire.” He put on protection. Settled right back between her legs. “Let’s see if you can do it again.”

He drove into her. His hands lifted and pinned hers in place. His eyes locked with hers.

He filled her so completely. Stretching every inch of her, and Claire froze, caught between pleasure and pain.

“I wanted to f**k you from the first moment we met.”

She tried to suck in a deep breath.

“You feel so good.”

He still had his clothes on. She was naked. In only her heels, and he was fully dressed.

That knowledge made her feel vulnerable, exposed and—

“Will you scream for me again?” He withdrew.

She wanted him back inside, as deep as he could go. Her legs flew up and locked around his hips.

“So…damn…good.”

He thrust into her again.

Withdrew.

She met him, thrust for thrust. The rhythm became wild, so hard. He was in her so deep.

No pain.

Only more pleasure.

So much pleasure that the whole world seemed to explode. She wasn’t sure if she screamed or not. She only knew that after years of being cold, it felt as if she were in an inferno.

One that swept her up, hollowed her out, and left her aching for more…more pleasure.

More…of Noah.

His hold tightened on her. He drove into her again. Her sex was contracting around him, aftershocks from her release.

“Nothing like this…never like this…” He heaved into her. Tensed.

She was staring into his eyes when he came, and Claire actually saw his gaze go blind with pleasure.

“Claire!” He kissed her. “Mine…” Noah whispered against her lips.

His hands still held hers pinned. She was spread beneath him. Filled with him.

Surrounded by him.

Mine.

***

Claire woke when she heard the squeak of the bedroom door. Noah had carried her to the bedroom after he’d given her that mind-numbing, world-altering orgasm.

He hadn’t undressed. He’d put her in the bed. Held her.

She’d fallen asleep with his arms around her.

Only now he was…leaving?

“Noah?” She sat up, pulling the sheet with her as she glanced over at the bedside clock. The numbers glowed, showing her that it was close to midnight.

He was a shadow in the doorway. “Go back to sleep, Claire. I just have a little business to attend to.”

“Wh-what kind of business?” Business at midnight?

“I have to meet with the manager. We need to upgrade the security here.”

Because of her.

The sheets felt cool against her body. I’m still naked.

“Harrison won’t ever be let in this place again, and I want to make sure every staff member knows that. Chuck is waiting for me now.”

Chuck would know—as would everyone else who’d seen them enter the elevator—that they’d slept together.

I don’t f**k my employees.