Mine to Take by Cynthia Eden Read Free Book Online Page B

something,” he said. “It makes me fucking furious.”
    “Trace?”
    His hand slid over her cheek. “I want you to forget them. I want to take you to bed, and I want to wipe away every memory you have of them all.”
    She couldn’t take a deep enough breath. “We’re over, Trace. You know—” 
    “How can we be over, when I still want you so much?” His hand slid down her cheek, down her jaw, then down to the column of her throat. His fingers splayed over her neck, lightly touching the pulse that raced frantically beneath her skin. “And how can we be over, when you still want me so much?”
    Because he’d ruined her for other men. It was a sad and humiliating fact. The sex had been good with the others, but with Trace…
    I was always comparing.
How had that been fair?  Maybe that was why Robert and Evan had ended things. They’d told her—both of them—that she wouldn’t let them get close. That she put up a wall to keep them out of her life.
    After Trace, she’d needed that wall. Because she hadn’t ever wanted to hurt that much again.
    When he left me, I felt broken. 
It had taken too long for her to put the pieces of her life back together. 
    “If I’m wrong, tell me now.”  Trace’s hand seemed to singe her skin. “Tell me to back the hell off, and I will. I won’t push for something you’re not willing to give. I want all of you. All or nothing.”
    Wasn’t that the way it had worked between them before? She
had
given everything to him.
    What had Trace given?
    The car stopped. 
    “All or nothing, Skye.  Make the choice.” 
    Then he pulled away from her. Shoved open his door.
    She sucked in some much needed air. A frantic glance to the left made her realize—
definitely not the penthouse.
    Her door opened. Only Reese wasn’t standing there, holding said door. Trace was.
    She scrambled out. “What are we doing here?”
    And here was—the airport?
    “Taking a flight. My jet’s waiting.”
    He had a jet? Right, of course, the mega-wealthy guy he’d become would have his own jet.
    Skye didn’t step away from the car. “Where are we going?” Why was this like pulling teeth with him? “I have my studio opening, I can’t just—”
    “You want this SOB caught, don’t you? Well, to do that, we need to head back to the beginning. If he started following you in New York, then we can try to learn more about him there.”
    He seriously thought she was just going to jump on a flight to New York?  Right then? “I’m not going to—”
    “You can make the people in that city talk to me.  The dancers, your old neighbors. By you being with me, they’ll share more. Maybe someone saw something. Maybe someone saw
him.
” His fingers still gripped the door. “I need you to come with me.  We’ll be back before the studio opens, I promise you that.”
    Once upon a time, she’d loved New York.
    But she’d run from it, so desperate to get away.
    Only…now she wondered…had she been running from the city? Or from the man who’d been after her? The dark shadow that seemed to stalk her, with every step she took?
    Before the accident, she’d started to become so nervous. Jumping at the slightest noise. She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that her actions were being monitored. Watched.
Always watched.
    And he’d been in her home. She knew he had broken inside, even though there had been no indication of a forced entry.
    “Let’s end this,” Trace urged her. “Come with me to New York.  Let me do the job that I know how to do. I’ll find him, and I
will
stop him.” 
    She glanced toward the waiting airport. A plane had just taken off, and the rumble of its engines filled the air.  “All right. I’ll come with you.”
    Reese slammed the trunk. Her head jerked toward him, and she saw that he was carrying two bags. One bag had to belong to Trace, but the other bag—
    It’s mine.
    “I thought you might see things my way,” Trace murmured.
    Confident, cocky