Rush

as he reached behind him for a towel.
    He made quick work of drying his body, and she enjoyed every single second of the
     show. The man was fine. Gorgeous with a capital
G
. And his ass. She hadn’t really paid much attention to his ass because she’d always
     been way more focused on the front side of that particular portion of his anatomy.
     Because the man had a beautiful cock.
    Yeah, it was weird to consider a penis beautiful because in reality they were pretty
     damn ugly. But Gabe’s? He was just beautifully and perfectly formed. Even his penis.
     She was having some pretty vivid fantasies about having it in her mouth. Tasting it.
     Making him every bit as crazy as he’d made her.
    “What the hell are you thinking about now?” Gabe murmured.
    She blinked and realized that he was in her space. He’d moved in between her legs
     and was looking down, his gaze inquisitive and searching as he explored her face.
     Heat suffused her cheeks, which was pretty stupid considering the fact that she’d
     just had torrid, kinky sex for the last few hours, and now she was blushing because
     she’d been caught thinking about giving him a blow job?
    Clearly there was no hope for her.
    “Do I really have to answer that?” she blurted.
    He lifted an eyebrow and amusement glittered in his eyes.“Yeah, you really do. Especially now that you’ve gone all pink with embarrassment.”
    She sighed and banged her forehead against his chest. “I was checking you out.”
    He grasped her shoulders, pulling her away so he could look at her again. “That’s
     it? You were checking me out and that embarrassed you?”
    She hesitated and then sighed. “You have a really gorgeous cock, okay? I was admiring
     it.”
    He choked back his laughter. Well, almost. A strangled sound escaped his throat and
     she groaned.
    Before she lost what remaining nerve she had, she blurted out the rest.
    “And I was fantasizing about…”
    She could
feel
her cheeks getting even hotter.
    And then Gabe was up close, spreading her thighs even farther apart as he pressed
     into her space. He tipped her chin up with his fingers and his fierce gaze penetrated
     her.
    “Fantasizing about what?”
    “Having you in my mouth,” she whispered. “Tasting you. Making you as crazy as you’ve
     made me.”
    His entire body tightened against her. Lust blazed in his eyes. Like an inferno.
    “You’ll get your chance, baby. I can guaran-damn-tee that.”
    Once again her head exploded with images. Really vivid images of her lips locked around
     that huge cock and licking every inch of his length.
    He lowered his mouth to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the bow of her mouth.
    “We need to get some sleep,” he murmured. “I didn’t intend…I didn’t intend to take
     things so far tonight. You’re going to be tired at work tomorrow.”
    He said that last in an almost regretful tone. He stroked herchin and grazed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Then he kissed her again.
     One of those sweet, tender kisses that was a direct contradiction to the raging out-of-control
     furor he’d demonstrated earlier.
    “Come on, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m going to take you to bed so you get
     a few hours of sleep.”

chapter eleven
    Mia opened her eyes to see Gabe leaning over her, his hand gently shaking her shoulder.
    “Hey, time to get up and head to work,” he said.
    She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to remove the fog. “What time is it?”
    “It’s six. If you want to shower and get dressed, we’ll grab breakfast on the way
     into the office.”
    As she became more aware, she saw that Gabe was already dressed for work. She hadn’t
     even noticed when he’d gotten out of bed. She could smell the crisp, clean essence
     of his soap and the tantalizing aroma of his cologne. He was wearing slacks and a
     button-up shirt with a tie, although the tie was still loose around his neck and the
     top button was unfastened.
    He looked…untouchable. Cool and composed. A direct contrast to the man who’d taken
     her repeatedly the night before.
    She pushed herself upward and then maneuvered to the edge of the bed. “I won’t take
     long.”
    “Take your time. I’m not in a hurry this morning. I have a meeting at ten. Until then
     I’m free.”
    She stumbled into the bathroom and took a look at herself in the mirror. Other than
     signs of fatigue, she didn’t look anydifferent. Somehow she expected for the world to be able to see on