Rush

her in place, he guided the rhythm, helping her find her
     own. He knew it would be quick, hot and out of control. He didn’t seem to
have
any control when it came to her.
    “That’s it, baby,” he breathed. “Perfect.”
    He loosened his hold as she gained more confidence and began to take over. She was
     hot, liquid and silky soft around him. Sotight, squeezing him like a vise. Son of a bitch but he was ready to come now, and
     he knew she wasn’t even close.
    As if reading his mind, she leaned down, for the first time taking the initiative,
     and kissed him. And God it was so sweet. He could taste her on his tongue, feel the
     luscious softness of her lips against his. Hell yeah, she was his. No doubt about
     that. And he didn’t have any plans to let go of her until he was completely and utterly
     sated.
    “Don’t wait for me,” she whispered.
    He palmed her face, holding her in place as their mouths fused hotly. He arched his
     hips, wanting more as she rose and then slid back down his cock. His hands fell and
     he grasped her hips, knowing she was going to wear the marks of his possession the
     next day. But that idea only fueled his desire even more, until it was a raging inferno
     burning him from the inside out.
    He erupted within her, his release painful in its intensity. He could barely contain
     his cry, a roar of satisfaction, of victory. As if he’d conquered his prey. She was
     here, in his arms, his dick buried inside her. His. No more waiting. No more primitive
     obsession. He’d captured her completely and now she was at his mercy, his to do with
     as he liked.
    They were crazy thoughts filling his mind, swamping him. Images of her tied, hand
     and foot, as he slaked his lust, of him taking her from behind, of sinking into her
     mouth, of consuming her until she had no other thought than the fact that she belonged
     to him.
    He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down so she was flush against his chest.
     She rose and fell with the force of his breathing, her hair tangled on his face. He
     slid one hand down to cup her behind and arched once more, seeking to go even deeper,
     keeping them connected in the most intimate way possible.
    God, but he had no defense against a desire this powerful. He’d never experienced
     anything that compared and he wasn’tsure he liked it. It unsettled him and made him unsure of himself. Made him second-guess
     all his intentions.
    He was a selfish bastard. There was no question about that. He took his pleasure,
     took what he wanted. Always. But Mia made him want to be…better. He didn’t want to
     be this savage monster that took without giving. He wanted to be gentle with her,
     to ensure her pleasure above his. He wasn’t sure he knew how, but damn it, he wanted
     to try.
    If she didn’t run from his bed after tonight, he couldn’t imagine why. He’d ravaged
     her, not once but twice. Fucked her almost brutally without consideration, and the
     second time she hadn’t even found her own satisfaction.
    He closed his eyes and tried to collect himself, and he lay there with Mia atop him,
     his arms full of sweet, soft woman.
    Finally, he rolled, taking her with him, slipping from the heated clasp of her pussy.
     He kissed her forehead awkwardly, not knowing what to say, and so he didn’t say anything
     at all as he retreated from the bed.
    Her gaze followed him as he stood, naked, by the bed. He couldn’t discern anything
     from her stare. There was no judgment, no condemnation, but neither was there acceptance.
     She simply watched, and that thoughtful gaze made his skin prickle.
    He turned away, saying as he reached for his clothing, “Stay here. I’ll get your things
     when they’re brought up.”
    “Okay,” she said softly.
    He pulled on his pants, knowing he must look a wreck. Far from the remote, untouchable
     persona he always projected. He didn’t want anyone to see him this way. Especially
     not Mia.

chapter ten
    Mia had dozed off, sated and in her warm, hazy cocoon, images of Gabe vivid in her
     dreams. And then she was roused from sleep as the very real, not-dream Gabe pulled
     the covers from where she’d tugged them up to her chin.
    He had this look, a completely and utterly delicious look in those piercing blue eyes
     that made her stomach clench, and her immediate reaction was to clamp her thighs shut
     to alleviate the instant ache that bloomed.
    “On your knees.”
    Holy hell
, but the way he made that command made