Rush

forward. And then another. Until she stood before him, merely
     inches away.
    He took down his leg and widened his knees, leaving a gap. There was a discernible
     bulge between his legs, straining at the denim fly. He held out his hand, beckoning
     her.
    She stepped between his thighs and took his hand. He pulled her forward and then motioned
     for her to crawl onto his lap.
    Her knees dug into his sides, her legs wedged between him and the arms of the chair.
     She settled her behind on the backs ofher heels and waited. Breathless. Her muscles coiled and taut as she anticipated what
     he’d do next.
    Sliding his hand around to her nape, he gripped her and pulled her to him, crushing
     her lips against his. His breath whispered over her face, hot and rapid. His fingers
     slid higher, into her hair, wrapping the strands around so his grasp on her was even
     tighter.
    And then, just as quickly, he pulled her away, his hand still wound tightly in her
     hair. His breaths were sporadic and his chest heaved. His eyes burned brightly with
     lust, enough to make her shiver with the raw heat emanating from him.
    “I wonder if you have any idea just how much I want you,” he murmured.
    “I want you too,” she whispered.
    “You’ll have me, Mia. In every conceivable manner.”
    The promise slid over her like silk, warm and inviting. Husky and so sinfully sexy.
    He loosened his hold on her hair and then placed his palms on her belly, sliding them
     upward until he cupped her breasts. Holding them, he lowered his mouth, sucking one
     nipple between his lips.
    She moaned and quivered beneath his touch. She braced her hands on the arms of the
     chair and tossed her head back as he ran his tongue around the puckered crest.
    Alternating between the mounds resting in his hands, he teased and toyed. Sucked and
     licked, nipping lightly at the taut peaks until they were rigidly erect and straining
     outward, seeking more of his touch.
    He released his hold on one breast and ran the tips of his fingers down her rib cage,
     and then lower to her belly and between her spread thighs. His touch was delicate
     as he delved through the curls and to the sensitive flesh of her pussy. One finger
     danced over her clit, and her entire body tightened in response.
    He teased over the damp flesh, circling her entrance with a finger while his thumb
     gently stroked the tiny bundle of nerves.
    “Gabe,” she whispered, his name more of a moan.
    She lowered her head just enough that she could see him past half-lidded eyes. His
     mouth on her breast, sucking at her nipple, was exciting and erotic, fueling her already
     out-of-control desire.
    His finger slid inside her and she moaned again. His thumb applied more pressure,
     moving in a circular motion as his finger stroked deeper. Then he nipped at her breast,
     grazing his teeth over the puckered ridge.
    Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging deep, anchoring herself more
     firmly against him. She stirred restlessly, her orgasm building. It was impossible
     to remain still. Her entire body was taut, tension coiling low in her abdomen.
    “Come for me, Mia,” Gabe said. “I want to feel you come in my hand.”
    His finger slid deeper, pressing against her G-spot. She gasped as his thumb pressed
     over her clit and he sucked her nipple into his mouth once more. She closed her eyes
     and cried out his name as the first wave swept over her. Tumultuous and overwhelming.
    “That’s right. My name, Mia. Say it again. I want to hear it.”
    “Gabe,” she breathed.
    She arched up, frantic as he relentlessly pushed forward, taking her higher. She twisted
     in his hold and then slumped forward, catching herself on his shoulders, holding tight
     as she sucked in deep, steadying breaths.
    Slowly he withdrew his hand and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to
     his body, his warmth. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and closed her eyes,
     wrecked by the intensity of her orgasm.
    He slid his hands up and down her bare back, soothing and stroking, his touch gentle
     and comforting. Then his handtangled in her hair and he pulled just enough that her head came up and their gazes
     met.
    “Hold on to me,” he said.
    She’d barely wrapped her arms around his neck when he pushed forward and then stood,
     lifting her into his arms.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
    He hoisted her higher, his hands sliding underneath her bottom to hold her as she
     hooked her ankles