Mine to Take (Mine #1)(26)

Determination filled her. She wasn’t going to play his game. She’d show Trace that his need for her blazed just as hot as her own.

Her hands pushed between them. Found that heavy length of arousal. She stroked him through the pants that he wore. His cock jerked beneath her touch.

“Skye…”

“The plane will land soon. I’m done talking.” She’d been through enough. She unbuttoned his fly. Unzipped his pants. No underwear. Typical for Trace. Her fingers closed around him, and she pumped his flesh. Once, twice.

Touching him turned her on. That was her weakness.

It was his, too.

His breath hissed out. His fingers pushed into her sex again, thrusting hard and deep even as she pumped him. It was good, so good, hands stroking, caressing. She still had her skirt on. Her bra, her panties…he’d just shoved those panties to the side.

He was hot and hard and strong in her hand. Moisture gleamed on the head of his arousal, and she knew that just a few more—

“Not that way,” he snarled, the words dark and hard. “In you.”

Her panties ripped. He lifted her hips. Her skirt swirled around them. He lifted her—and thrust deep.

He filled her completely with that one thrust. So full that she couldn’t move for an instant. Her knees were on either side of his hips. One of her knees jammed into the armrest—she didn’t care.

Trace started to move again. No, he moved her. Lifting her up, bringing her crashing back down.

“Can you…stay quiet…?” He rasped the words as the black of his pupils spread in his eyes. “Or will you scream…for me?”

Her heart raced faster, seeming to jump from her chest. His hand was still stroking the center of her need, and he had her angled so that every thrust sent his cock over her most sensitive flesh.

His open pants brushed against her legs. Still dressed. We’re both—

“I like it when you scream.”

Her release was coming. Tightening her body. Spiraling up and blazing through her.

He thrust harder. Harder. His grip was so tight, she wondered if it might bruise her.

Then she—

Trace drove deep.

She exploded with a release so hard and consuming that her whole body shuddered. A cry broke from her lips.

“Yes, hell, yes.” Trace found his own pleasure. A hot tide filled her as he came.

For a few moments, she couldn’t see anything. She could only feel the pleasure that shook her body in hard, desperate waves. Her breath wasn’t deep enough. Her heart couldn’t slow down.

“So f*cking beautiful…” He brushed back her hair. Kissed her.

Was that the first time he’d kissed her on that plane?

She blinked, and some of the darkness seemed to fade.

“We’re about to begin our descent…” The pilot’s voice floated to her. “Please make sure you’re buckled.”

Heat burned her face.

Trace just laughed.

She’d screamed. Right at the end there, she’d screamed for him.

Fumbling, Skye pulled away from Trace. Her panties were on the floor. She grabbed for them.

But Trace got to them first. His hand fisted around her underwear. “They’re ruined. Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new pair.”

She sank into her seat. Her thighs were trembling. She could still feel him inside of her.

Her sex kept contracting.

Her hands fumbled as she hooked the seatbelt. Skye squeezed her legs together as she tried to stop that trembling.

Very slowly, he readjusted his own clothes. He tucked her panties in his pocket. Trace kept his eyes on her. “That’s the thing,” he murmured.

“Wh-what thing?” Why did she have to stutter around him?

“You are afraid of me, but you want me anyway.” His lips twisted in a smile that held no humor. “Sometimes I even wonder, do you want me because you fear me?”

The plane began to descend. She felt the slight change. “What kind of question is that?”

“I think you like my darkness, Skye. Because it’s so damn different from what you are.”

She wasn’t some kind of light to his dark. She’d never seen him that way. Actually, she saw things very differently.

He should see my darkness.

“You know what I’m capable of doing.” His gaze seemed to see right into her. “I almost killed for you when I barely knew you. And now…now you know I would kill for you. In an instant, with no hesitation.”

She didn’t want to think about what he might do. “I didn’t…I didn’t come looking for you because I wanted you to kill someone.” That wasn’t who she was.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, and there was doubt in his deep voice. “Are you very, very sure? Think about it, Skye. Just what is it you want me to do to this man who is after you?”

The plane bumped a bit. Her hands clamped down on the armrests. “I want him stopped. I don’t want him dead.”

“If he was the one who caused your wreck, if he tried to kill you…do you truly believe I’d just turn him over to the cops?” His gaze swept over her face. “You know me better than that.”

She couldn’t speak then. Because he was right. She did know him better than that. He might look like the successful businessman, but there was a primal intensity to him. Just below the surface, waiting to break out.