Mine to Have (Mine #5)(24)

“Uh, Saxon? You’re kind of just standing there.”

“Working out my plan of attack.” No, he was trying to keep his control. Because his dick was shoving against the front of his jeans and he wanted to pump full and hard into her—so deep that he owned her, but he had to hold back. Because…

This is Elizabeth.

And this hour, it might be their only time together. So he hadn’t been bullshitting when he said he’d give her an hour to remember. He’d give her an hour to make her forget every other man who’d come before—and any dumb assholes who were lucky enough to know her after he was gone.

Her hands twisted a bit nervously in front of her, moving down to shield her sex.

Saxon shook his head. “I like seeing every bit of you.” He forced his eyes to rise once more and meet her stare. “That hour is starting now.”

“It is? It—”

He was on her. He lifted her into his arms, holding her easily, and he put his mouth on her breast. Sweet fuck, but she was perfect. His tongue slid over her nipple, and her breath caught on a hard inhale.

“Saxon?”

He pulled her nipple deeper into his mouth. More honey. Everything about her was sweet honey. He lifted her higher and his mouth made its way to her other breast. He licked her. He sucked her sweet flesh, and her moans had him nearly coming in his jeans.

Saxon took a few fast steps, still carrying her, and then he put her down on the bed. He eased back a moment to just look at her. Her nipples were wet from his mouth—so pretty.

She pushed onto her elbows. “I—”

He spread her legs apart. Sensual pink flesh stared back at him. Saxon leaned forward and kissed his way down her stomach. His fingers found her sex first, sliding over those slick folds—and she was wonderfully slick. Creamy and hot, driving him in-freaking-sane. He pushed two fingers inside of her. Tight. She was going to feel incredible around his dick. But first…

Her moans needed to turn into screams.

He withdrew his fingers, pushed them in again, and, this time, his thumb slid right over her clit.

Elizabeth nearly shot off the bed.

A nice start…let’s do more.

His knees hit the floor, and he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Saxon turned his head, and he kissed her thigh. Her skin was silky soft. So soft everywhere. And when he touched her, he forgot all about the hell he’d lived through as an undercover agent. He only thought about her.

He put his mouth on her clit.

“Saxon!” Her fingers sank into his hair and her hips surged up against him.

He held tight to his control, and he explored every inch of her sex. Licking. Kissing. Caressing with his tongue and his fingers. She was going wild against him, shuddering and gasping, but still not screaming.

He pushed his tongue into her sex.

Her whole body tensed.

He blew lightly over her clit. Stroked her again. Again.

“Saxon!” She screamed and she came, and he didn’t stop. He kept licking her and caressing her because he loved the way she trembled against him. Loved the way her sex quivered and she grew even more slick for him.

Her thighs trembled around him, and, with one more lick right over her clit, Saxon rose from the floor. Her legs were still spread, her nipples still tight, but now her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes glittered up at him.

He yanked up his shirt. Tossed it aside. His hands went to the snap of his jeans.

Elizabeth started to close her legs. She reached for the bed covers.

“Don’t.” A guttural demand. “I like you that way.” With her taste on his tongue and the marks from his mouth on her skin. He kicked his shoes away and then finished stripping. He yanked a condom out of the small chest near his bed. Fuck, yes, he believed in being prepared. He’d never brought another woman out to this cabin before, but he knew better than to take chances.

His cock was fully extended. The head already glistened when he shoved the condom on. “I’m going to be rough,” Saxon warned her. Because he’d used the last of his control.

Her eyes were on him. Wide. She licked her lips. “I can be rough, too.”

His control shattered. In the next instant, he was on her. One more second, and he was in her. He drove as deep as he could go, shoving his dick into her tight sex and it was—

Too good.

Saxon stilled. She was a hot heaven around him, and when he stared into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, he saw her desire for him burning bright.

“Saxon, move.” Her nails raked down on his back. “Keep going—give me everything you have.”

He withdrew. Thrust. Slammed into her again and again, but he wanted more, too. He caught her legs and lifted them over his shoulders so that he could go into her even deeper. Each thrust of his body sent his shaft sliding right over her sensitive core, and he felt her jerk beneath him.

For an instant, Saxon stilled, afraid that he’d hurt her. Afraid that he’d been too—

Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Stop now, and I will hurt you so much,” she promised, her voice a dream of sex and temptation.

So he kept thrusting. Kept driving into her tight sex, and when she came, he felt her inner muscles contract around him even as she screamed for him once more.

It was a real good thing his cabin was isolated…

He surged into her. Again. Again—