Free Taken: The MISTAKEN Series Complete Third Season by Renna Peak

what the situation. How he was always able to take my mind off anything that might be happening around us with his beautiful words. His words made it impossible for me to think—they just made me want him to take me. Claim me and make me his.
    I grabbed him by the shoulders and tilted my head, silencing him with my kiss. He stood, pulling me into his arms without breaking the lock he had on my lips. He claimed me with a hunger I had never felt from him before. He pulled me into him, so close that I could feel he was already hard for me. I felt the familiar warmth of desire pooling in me, settling between my legs. I had never wanted him more.
    I ran my hands through his silky, black curls, trailing my fingertips down to touch his shoulders. I traced the muscles of his chest—he had long accused me of allowing that part of him to be my favorite, and it was true. I could feel his heart pounding under his sculpted muscles and I felt my knees begin to go weak.
    I traced my fingers down the length of his abdomen before dropping to my knees in front of him. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down. I pulled the clothing out of the way, releasing his erection, and dipped my head to take his hard cock in my mouth.
    His hands fisted in my hair. “Jen, don’t.”
    My voice was barely a whisper. “God, Brandon, I have to…”
    I dipped my head again, caressing his cock with my tongue, licking him from the base to the tip. I wrapped my hand around his thick base before taking his full length into my mouth.
    He groaned and placed his hands against my cheeks, gently pushing me away. “Jen, it’s been nine months. I won’t last…”
    I smiled. I couldn’t help it— that was what he was worried about? Not lasting? I whispered to him again. “I don’t care.”
    He groaned again as my lips covered his cock once more. He pushed me away again, this time not quite as gently. “Please, Jen. Let me take care of you first.”
    I stood up and pressed my lips against his again before turning our bodies around so that his back was facing the bed. I gave him a slight shove and he fell back onto the bed, staring up at me with a look that could only be described as amusement. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before climbing on top of him. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Brandon, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

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    I folded the pillow under my head so that I could look down at her. She had fallen asleep in my arms, and I knew that I wasn’t going to let her go again. She hadn’t let me propose, but she had let me make love to her. There was no question in my mind that she would come with me. She wanted to wait until it was dark—who the hell knew why? I couldn’t see what difference it made whether it was dark or light or day or night. As long as we were together.
    She was exactly the same. She smelled the same—even though I was sure she wasn’t using the overpriced shampoo that she had always used. Even though she wasn’t living the life of a privileged socialite anymore, she was still the same. The same woman I had fallen in love with. The same person I had known I would spend the rest of my life with since I had first seen her playing piano when she was only a teenager. This time was going to be different. This time, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight—not ever. I’d hold her in my arms until our time came. I knew she was scared—hell, so was I. She was afraid of something—and there was more to this story than she was telling me. I still wasn’t sure where she had been all these months—from what she had said, she had only been here for four or five of the nine months she had been missing. But we had the rest of our lives to get to the bottom of what was going on with her. And for right now, I was going to enjoy holding her in my arms the way I had fantasized about for so long.
    I sank back into the pillow and watched her sleep, wondering what she was dreaming about. The smile