Free Until You're Mine by K. Langston

found the shell of her ear. “If I do something you don’t like, say stop. Got it?” Licking her lips, she nodded. I shoved her bra over her tits and gave both nipples a hard pinch before my palm found the base of her throat.
    I dipped my hips, setting a deadly pace of sweet fucking bliss while her nails dug into the sides of my thighs, urging me on.
    “Scream goddamn it, I need to hear you scream.” I growled against her ear and her body bowed away from mine. I held her steady. The howl against my palm had black spots dotting my vision as I came with her. Eyes wide open, I continued to thrust in and out, drawing out every drop of pleasure until my weak and sated body begged for me to stop.
    Breathe .
    Focus.
    Our labored breaths filled the silence as I pulled out and got rid of the condom. Katherine turned around to face me, smoothing down her skirt and repositioning her bra before her eyes locked with mine. I looked away, shielding my stupid heart and protecting my exposed soul. Delicate hands cupped my face, pulling me down close. Just a breath away, but I was drowning in her sweet scent and those magnetic eyes that saw every fucking thing. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Archer Brooks.” Her soft voice vibrated against my skin, distributing tiny sparks of life. I was fucking lost, sucked into the darkness only to find light. Gripping her wrists firmly, I removed her hands from my face. I knew what she wanted. I wasn’t stupid and I certainly wasn’t blind. “I don’t wanna fix you. I just wanna know you.” What the hell did she see when she looked at me that way?
    “You done?” Her lip trembled and damn if I didn’t want to kiss it.
    Tossing a long curtain of hair behind her shoulder, she jutted out her chin. “For now,”
    Shoving at my chest she walked past me, twisting the shard of guilt deeper into my stomach. My limp dick twitched with leftover need. Fuck, she was driving me mad.
    She snatched her jacket from the couch then reached for the door. “Katherine,”
    “What?” she snapped over her shoulder. 
    Christ, I just fucked her like an animal and I wanted her again.
    And again and again and…
    I offered her a hungry grin. “Please feel free to come again.”
    “Fuck you,” Flinging open the door, she stalked out, taking yet another piece of me with her.

    I read through several emails. Returned a few vendor calls, trying to focus on anything but her. Nothing worked. One hand massaged the tension mounting at the base of my neck while the other adjusted the hard on that would not let the fuck up.
    Why her?
    Why now?
    When I left Vegas, I swore- never again. Never again would I allow a woman, anyone for that matter, to get that close. What Megan took from me, I could never get back. I had accepted it long ago.
    Until her .
    She was standing near the end of the bar talking to Cannon. Tucking a strand of wayward silk behind her ear, she smiled back at him. What was so damn special about her? I knew she was different, but I had no idea she would have this kind of power over me.
    The bartender, Jesse, set three drinks in front of her. When Katherine leaned over to collect her order, Cannon’s hand shot out to grip her upper arm.
    The fuck?
    I didn’t stay to see what happened next. My feet couldn’t get me to his face fast enough.
    Red .
    That’s all I saw. Sweat beaded my forehead as I scanned every face. I found Cannon near the front and Katherine tucked in a booth with, who I would assume was, her brother. Her eyes met mine and that fuming heat racing through my blood slowed its rampant flow. I could feel the ache in my jaw as I approached the table.
    Katherine stood from her seat. Her knowing eyes furrowed at my obvious state. “Archer, this is my brother Alex and his agent Cami,”
    Alex stood from the booth, extending his hand. “Good to meet cha man, Katy’s told me a lot about you.” He shook my hand hard, the protective look in his eyes conveying that indeed, he knew