Mine to Keep (Mine #2)(56)
Author: Cynthia Eden

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 f**k 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 f**k 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 c**k 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—”

In a flash, he had rolled Skye onto her back. The wood of the desk pressed into her. Her legs hung over the edge of the desk. Her legs were open, her sex desperate for him.

“Remember…tell me…” Trace gritted out.

That was all he said. Because as she stared up into his eyes, she could see his control break. The blue turned wild in its brilliance.

He thrust into her. Deep.

His hands caught hers. He locked them to the desk, holding them on either side of her. He held her, controlled her completely, and all Skye could do was take the pleasure that he gave to her.

Helpless, trapped.

Again and again, he drove into her body. She’d thought that was she was slick before. Now—“Trace!”

He yanked her closer to the edge of the desk. Her legs lifted and locked around his hips. The orgasm was there, the pleasure already starting to crest through her.

Trace kissed her. His mouth was hot. Open.

She came around him, exploding on a release so powerful that she shuddered.

But he didn’t stop.

His thrusts came faster. They were even harder, lifting her body. She tightened her hold around him, trying to catch her breath.

“You’re not done, Skye.” He locked both of her wrists in one of his. Kept them secured above her head. His left hand slipped between their bodies. He stroked her clit again. Pushed her and pushed her until she screamed.

But she didn’t scream for him to stop.

She screamed Trace’s name.

He came, surging into her with a hot release that had him shuddering.

Only he didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting. His release made her even more sensitive to him, and his c**k stretched, filling her, sliding over flesh that was desperate for more.

Insatiable.

Only for him. Only for—

He lifted her off the desk. Held her in his arms. Lifted her easily. She’d always known he was strong. But this—

“Squeeze me. As hard and tight as you can.”

Her inner muscles clamped around him.

“Yes!” His eyes were still wild. “Want…more…want…all…”

He took her against the wall then. Her shoulders hit the surface, but she didn’t care. He’d freed her hands, and her nails scratched down his back.

He was holding her hips now, lifting her up again and again. Forcing her to match his rhythm, forcing her to take and take.

She didn’t have the breath to scream when the release hit her this time. She shuddered and trembled in his arms. Then she fell against him, limp, as her heart raced.

He still wasn’t done.

Trace kept thrusting. A fast, hard tempo that she couldn’t match. The tender lover was gone. She looked up and saw that his face was cut in hard lines of need. Primitive lust. Her arms wrapped around him, and that was pretty much all her exhausted body could manage.

His c**k was so full. Big and thick, filling every inch of her. Her sex was swollen from her orgasms. With every thrust, she was on the brink of more pleasure…or pain?

The line was there, so hard to determine. Because the feelings coursing through her were so strong. So dark and powerful.

He erupted. “Skye!” His orgasm went on and on, and she was lost as she seemed to fall into the abyss.

Not pain.

Only pleasure.

Only…Trace.

***

Navy Pier. The place was normally a tourist’s dream, but, in the middle of a night-time thunderstorm, the place was deserted.

Drake stood at the end of the dock, staring out at the glistening water. Lightning flashed in the dark sky. Bright strobes that lit the waves.

Anna Jean.

She’d been his worst mistake.

And he hadn’t even managed to kill her.

Drake turned away from the water, hunching his shoulders against the rain that continued to fall in heavy blasts from the dark sky. He’d screwed up back then—when he’d screwed her. But he’d never met another woman like Anna Jean.