Rush

out.
    “Then come for me, beautiful. Let me see it in your eyes. I love how they go all liquid
     and hazy. You have such expressive eyes, Mia. They’re a shot right to your soul and
     I’m the only damn man who gets to see them when you come. Understand?”
    She nodded, the knot in her throat too big for her to speak.
    “Tell me,” he said in a lower voice. “Tell me those eyes are mine.”
    “They’re yours,” she whispered back. “Just yours, Gabe.”
    He loosened his hand in her hair and gradually withdrew it, allowing the strands to
     flow over his fingers until he reached the ends. Then his hand glided down her spine,
     his touch warm and soothing. He curled his arm around her waist, his fingers wandering
     lower, to the juncture of her thighs.
    He rubbed over her clit and she cried out as a bolt of electricity arced through her
     body.
    “That’s it, baby. Let go. Let me have you. I want it all, Mia. Everything you have.
     It’s mine. Give it to me now.”
    He began to thrust, his hips pounding against her ass as he lightly brushed his fingers
     over her taut clitoris.
    “Oh God,” she breathed. “Gabe!”
    “You learn fast, baby. My name, your eyes, when you come.”
    She almost broke eye contact. Everything went blurry. She screamed his name, not recognizing
     her own voice. It was hoarse, loud, like nothing she’d ever heard before. It was full
     of need, desperate need. It was a plea for him to give her what she needed.
    And he did.
    He took care of her. Gave her what she wanted. What she needed.
    Him.
    She went hot and slick around him as he bathed her pussy in his release. No longer
     able to maintain eye contact, she went limp, resting her cheek on the mattress. She
     didn’t have the strength to keep her neck turned, even at the slight angle she’d had
     it. Her eyes closed and she wasn’t sure if she was even fully conscious, because she
     hovered on some other place. Like she was shitfaced, but in the most beautiful place
     in the world.
    Floating. Euphoric. Completely sated.
    And
happy
.
    Utterly content.
    But there was no reprimand. Just soft kisses pressed up herspine and then to her ear. Murmured words she didn’t even understand drifted softly
     over her ear. And then he withdrew and her protest was immediate. She was rudely yanked
     from her warm haze and instantly cold and bereft without him.
    “Shhh, baby,” he whispered. “I need to untie you and take care of you now.”
    “Mmmm,” was all she could manage.
    It sounded so very nice. Him taking care of her. She was good with that.
    A moment later her hands came free and Gabe took each one in turn, gently massaging
     them, slowly lowering each arm to the bed so she wouldn’t suffer any discomfort. Then
     he turned her, pulling her forward and into his arms.
    He backed off the bed and then picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She
     was curled into a tight ball, molded to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as if
     she’d never let go.
    God, she felt so vulnerable. So…open. She was completely shaken by what had happened
     tonight. She’d come expecting sex, sure. But this? This wasn’t just sex. How could
     a simple three-letter word that was attributed to any sort of lovemaking possibly
     describe the raw, fierce, explosive inferno that had just occurred?
    Earth-shattering. And she’d had good sex before, but nothing ever earth-shattering.
    He walked her into the bathroom and turned on the shower until steam poured from the
     stall. Then he carried her inside and, still holding her tightly against him, allowed
     her to slide down his body as the spray covered them both.
    When he was sure she was steady on her feet, he separated long enough to get soap
     and then he proceeded to cover every inch of her body using his hands. He left no
     part of her untouched, uncaressed, uncared-for.
    By the time he finished, she could barely keep her balance. As he moved away to step
     out of the shower, she nearly face planted. He lunged for her, a curse echoing in
     her ears. He picked her up again and then set her on the counter beside the sink while
     he reached for one of the folded towels on the shelf by the shower.
    He enfolded her in its warmth and she sighed, leaning her forehead against his damp
     chest.
    “I’m okay,” she murmured. “Dry off. I’ll just sit here.”
    When she looked up, his mouth was quirked into a grin and his eyes gleamed with amusement.
     But still, he kept a cautious eye on her