Mine to Have (Mine #5)(42)

When Luther howled, Victor repeated, “I’m going to need you to call off that hit.”

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He was balls-deep in Elizabeth. Balls-deep and he hadn’t put on protection.

I didn’t mean to pounce on her.

He’d actually planned a whole speech that he’d meant to say to her. But then he’d taken one look at her and desire, uncontrollable need, had struck him like lightning. When he’d pulled her into his arms and kissed her, he’d been a goner. Nothing could have stopped him in that moment.

Not when she’d been kissing him.

Not when she’d been making that sexy little moan in the back of her throat.

Not when she’d wanted him, too.

His heartbeat was still thundering in his ears. His hands were locked too tightly around her hips. He was probably bruising her. Shit, he didn’t want to do that. He never wanted to hurt her. Saxon made his hands move. He put them on the desk and lifted his head.

Elizabeth’s breath came in ragged pants. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glittered up at him.

She’d changed in the last two weeks. Her hair was cut shorter, and that style just made her eyes seem even bigger. The color was darker, deeper. Her clothes were pure fucking sex appeal—especially those killer shoes that she still had on. He loved those heels.

There were some changes there, yes, especially since she’d been so desperate and afraid during their time together. But now…now…

I still want her just as much. No, that was a lie. He wanted her even more.

But he should probably apologize for attacking her like a starving man. He was supposed to be playing the gentleman in this place. The sophisticated businessman.

It wasn’t a role he’d had before. The fighter from the streets, the killer, well, that was the guy he knew. The man he understood.

But Vic told me all along…wear the money. Get the right clothes and have the right power. Then no one will question your past. They’ll only look at your surface and not care about the secrets you keep.

“You…didn’t use anything.” Her voice came out hoarse and soft. He’d missed that husky voice. He’d missed her.

“I’m clean,” he told her and while her voice had been soft, his had been a rough rumble. Way too beast-like.

“So am I.”

But there was another worry. Only he wasn’t actually worried about her getting pregnant with his child. In fact, if she did get pregnant, he thought that would be pretty—

“And I’m covered, with birth control. So you don’t have to worry.”

I wasn’t. Because he was a selfish bastard, and he’d take any tie he could get with her.

But still… “I’m sorry.” The words were rusty. He wasn’t sure when he’d last apologized to someone. “I don’t always…think…well, when I’m with you.” Primal instinct took over. He’d needed her more than he’d needed breath. He’d once told her that if he had the chance, he’d take her…and not a breath.

He’d been dead serious.

She tilted her head back and her hair slid over her cheeks. He was still inside of her and getting harder by the moment. Her sex was pure heaven, so tight and hot, and, over the last fourteen days, he’d tried to convince himself that there was no way she’d been as good as he’d thought. No way. It must have been the adrenaline. The extreme situation. She couldn’t have been—

Perfect.

But she was.

Her hand lifted. Her fingers lightly skimmed over his cheek and a faint smile curved her full lips. “I missed you,” her words were a soft confession.

He put his forehead against hers. Elizabeth’s scent surrounded him, and he knew that he’d made the right choice. The only choice. There had been no way to walk away from her. Victor—tricky SOB—had known that. So Saxon had done the only thing he could…

He had Elizabeth brought to him. To the new life that waited for him.

Desire was sharpening its claws within him again. But…but people were waiting for him. For Elizabeth. He’d really like to tell all those people to screw off.

I need to show Elizabeth what I can be.

So, slowly, carefully, he withdrew from her. She gave that little moan again—the one that drove him wild—and he almost had to drive right back into her.

His jaw locked as he pulled down her skirt. Her panties were shredded, so those weren’t going to be much good. I’ll buy her a dozen more. Because that sexy scrap of lace had made him see red for a moment.

She sat on the desk, not moving, just watching, as he re-arranged his own clothes.

Saxon went to the bathroom attached to his office and came back with a warm cloth for her. When he carefully brushed the cloth over her sex, she gasped and her eyes flared wide.

There was growing desire in her eyes.

Like I could have ever walked away from that.

He discarded the cloth and tried to remember the speech he was supposed to say. Saxon cleared his throat. “You, ah, you told Victor that you couldn’t trust anyone else,” he pushed the words out. “But you can trust me.” Always. “I’m here, and I’ll stand between you…and everyone else.”

She slid off the desk. Her knees seemed to wobble and he reached out to her, but she steadied herself. Elizabeth gave a hard shake of her head. “I don’t want you risking your life for me! You were already nearly killed—” She broke off as an expression of horror flashed across her face. “Oh, no, your injuries! I forgot about them because we were—” Her hand flew over her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled behind that hand. “Did I hurt you?”