Free Mine To Hold by Cynthia Eden Page A

And
he would…
    Soon.
    But this time, he’d use care.
    He lifted her up against that door frame.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
    She did.
    “Hold tight.”
    She did.
    And he thrust into her as hard and deep as he
could go.
    Just as Noah had known…the feel of her
sensual grip pushed him right over the edge. There was no holding
back this time. No slow build. No sensual foreplay.
    He thrust, and he took.
    And he wanted everything that Claire
had to give.
    She was arching against him. Squeezing him
with her tight little sheath. She was so tight it was almost as if
she were a virgin.
    She’s mine.
    He lifted her up, easily controlling the
motions of her body. Then he pulled her back down as he thrust
again. He made sure his cock slid over her clit, and Claire
gasped.
    Then she moaned.
    He did that same move again and again. He was
so wild for her, so desperate. He pinned her to the door. Thrust
deep. Loved it when her nails scraped over his skin.
    He put his mouth on her throat. He could feel
the frantic beat of her pulse beneath his lips. Her scent
surrounded him.
    When she came, it was his name that
she cried out.
    He erupted right after her.
    Noah’s breath sawed out of his lungs as the
release pounded through him. It seemed to never end, and her sex
was squeezing his cock and damn near making his eyes roll back into
his head.
    Finally, finally, his heart rate
started to slow down. He was still holding her against the door,
and he hoped he hadn’t scared her. He’d be better next time. He’d
be—
    “I like that,” Claire whispered. “Can we do
it again?”
    Hell, yes.
    He kissed her.
    ***
    Noah glanced at the clock. “Come on, Claire,
we need to go. The jet’s waiting on us.” The sooner he got her back
to New York, the better he would feel.
    The bathroom door opened. “I’m ready.” She
was wearing all black—the woman just looked good in black. Black
pants. Black top. Those sexy shoes he loved.
    Get her on the plane, then fuck her. Those were his immediate priorities.
    He grabbed her bag. “Let’s go.”
    She nodded and hurried to keep up with him.
He didn’t want to tell her why they needed to rush. Claire would
just worry. She’d been in the bathroom when he got the phone call
that tipped him off about the visitors coming their way, so she
didn’t know what was happening.
    I’ll tell her…later.
    When he got her in the elevator, he pulled
Claire into his arms. He kissed her long and deep. The woman still
tasted like candy to him.
    But he forced himself to pull back a few
seconds later. The doors slid open. He locked his fingers with
hers. Claire. He finally had her just where he needed her to
be.
    They stepped into the lobby. Hurried toward
the hotel’s main doors.
    From the corner of his eye, he saw a couple
talking with Chuck. The woman was small, attractive, with light
brown skin and a haircut that skimmed her jaw. A blond male was at
her side. Tall. Wide shoulders.
    Something about them put Noah on alert.
    His fingers tightened around Claire’s. They
were almost to the doors.
    “Mr. York?” The voice calling to him belonged
to the blond male.
    Noah kept walking.
    Claire stopped.
    Dammit. When she stopped, he had to stop,
too.
    “Mr. York? I’m Detective Lane Scott. I’ve got
some questions for you.”
    Claire still wasn’t moving. Because of that,
Noah had to turn and fully face the cops—he was sure the woman was
a cop, too.
    “What’s happening?” Claire asked as she edged
closer to Noah.
    Then the man and woman were right before
them. The guy’s gaze slid to Claire. “You’re Claire Kramer.”
    Claire nodded.
    The woman with Lane Scott asked, “Want to
tell us where you were last night?”
    Noah stepped in front of Claire. “What’s this
about?”
    The woman’s dark eyes cut his way. “I’m
Detective Gwen Lazlo. Lane and I work the D.C. homicide
division.”
    “Good to know,” Noah murmured. “But we’ve got
a plane to catch.”
    “Senator Colby Harrison was