Rush

around his waist. He strode from the living room and down the hall
     into his bedroom.
    Leaning over, he landed her softly on the bed and then just as quickly withdrew, tearing
     at his clothing. She lay there, dizzy with exhilaration, her body still humming in
     the aftermath of her release. Her pussy throbbed and ached. She wanted more. She wanted
him
.
    She lifted her head as he unfastened his jeans and yanked them down his hips. He was
     so freaking hot, standing there, his erection straining, his eyes burning over her
     with blazing heat. His desire for her was right there to see, in every inch of his
     tightly coiled body. She could stare at him for
hours
. He was beautiful and all brooding, alpha-in-control male, his muscles bunching as
     he reached for her. He grasped her legs, pulling her roughly to the edge of the bed,
     spreading them as he positioned himself between them.
    “I can’t go easy, Mia,” he said, his voice strained and edgy. “I want to be inside
     you more than I want to breathe right now. I have to have you.
Now
.”
    “I’m okay with that,” she breathed out, her voice a husky whisper as she stared into
     those intense blue eyes.
    He hauled her the rest of the way to him and she felt the head of his cock push into
     her swollen heat. He paused only for the briefest moment before he surged fully into
     her, seating himself deeply into her body.
    Her gasp mingled with his. The shock of his entry nearly sent her over the edge. How
     could she possibly orgasm again so soon?
    The sensation of him inside her was overwhelming her. She was filled. Completely.
     So tight around him she wondered how he could possibly even move. Or how he’d managed
     to go so deep.
    His fingers dug into her hips and then his touch gentled, almost as if he were reminding
     himself to take care. He stroked and caressed, sliding his hands to her belly and
     then up to her breasts, palming them and tugging at her nipples.
    “Did I hurt you?” he rasped.
    Even as seemingly out-of-control as he was, how desperate he was to possess her, there
     was concern in his voice. She knew without a doubt that if she wanted him to stop
     he would. No matter how crazy for her he was in the moment.
    And oh man did she love that he was this crazy. Over her. To have
her
.
    She shook her head. “No. Not at all. Please. Don’t stop.”
    And it
was
begging. If he stopped now she’d die.
    Her hands went to his wrists where his hands covered her breasts. She let them slide
     up his arms, reveling in all that strength he possessed. She could touch him forever.
    His hands moved to hers, covering them for the briefest moment. And then he yanked
     her arms over her head, her eyes widening at the ferocity in his face, at how his
     eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled from his throat.
    Her hands went flat against the mattress just above her head as he leaned down, his
     palms flush against her, holding her down, holding her in place so she couldn’t move.
     Couldn’t resist.
    It sent a thrill deep into her belly and fluttered outward until it was almost as
     if a drug had invaded her body. She was high on him. His power and control over her.
     His dominance.
    This was what she craved. Him on top of her, deep inside her,him having absolute power. She couldn’t even draw a breath. She was light-headed from
     exhilaration and anticipation.
    He withdrew and thrust forward again, jolting her body with the force of his reentry.
    His gaze seared into hers, so intense that she shivered. His voice was guttural and
     so damn sexy as he rasped out his next words.
    “Hell no, I’m not stopping. Not when I’ve waited this long to have you.”
    This long to have you
. God, but that nearly made her come on the spot. The idea that this man, a guy so
     far out of her league, had spent any time lusting over her was insane. Never had she
     imagined that he could possibly reciprocate her fixation.
    She was reaching.
Fixation
was a strong word to ascribe to him. She had no idea what his feelings or fixation
     was with her, only that she’d spent a long time fantasizing about just being right
     here. Underneath him, pinned beneath his body, his cock buried so deep that she didn’t
     even know how she’d managed to accommodate him.
    She wouldn’t say he was
freakishly
endowed. Certainly not mammoth, but he was definitely larger than any of her previous
     lovers, and holy crap but Gabe knew exactly what to do with what he had.
    He released his hold