Mine to Keep (Mine #2)(69)

He lifted up her shirt. Tossed it across the room. His eyes were lit with a bright, burning fire. Lust. Need. The same need that pulsed through her veins.

His fingers brushed aside her bra. Her nipples were tight, aching, and when he bent his head and took one sensitive peak into his mouth, she arched against him.

Yes.

But he had on too many clothes. Way, way too many. Her fingers pushed between their bodies. She caught his belt. Yanked it aside. Jerked open his fly.

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*ck 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*ck 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 cock 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 cock 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.