Rush

time you won’t be able to
     sweet-talk your way back into my good graces. I get that you have all the power in
     this relationship, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and watch you feel
     up another woman while I’m forced to watch.”
    She regarded him warily, like she was certain what she’d said was going to make him
     angry, but he threw back his head and laughed. When he looked back at her, she looked
     bemused and a little disgruntled over his reaction.
    “You’re cute when you’re pissed,” he said, still grinning. “Maybe you aren’t as smart
     as you think if you agreed to this insanity.”
    “Or maybe it’s the best decision I ever made,” she replied, her tone suddenly serious,
     her eyes regarding him somberly.
    “That’s debatable, but I’m not going to spend time questioning my good fortune,” he
     said.
    He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her beneath him, his cock already probing
     between her legs. He hoped to hell she was ready for him, because he couldn’t wait.
     Couldn’t spend another second outside her body.
    But something about the conversation, the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so
     accepting, made him hesitate. Damn it, he’d take it slow this time. Give her what
     she deserved instead of a hard fucking that made him little better than an animal.
    He didn’t have to be this cold, mistrustful person. For once he could concentrate
     on someone else’s pleasure instead of being selfish. For Mia he could do this. He
     wanted to do it. She deserved nothing less.
    Instead of plunging into her, he kissed her. Softly. Without as much aggression as
     he had before. He nibbled delicately at her lips, feeding on them, coaxing her to
     open under his advance. His tongue swept over hers, teasing, flirting. Just the briefest
     touch and then he followed it with another. And another.
    He slid his mouth down her jawline to her ear where he toyed with the lobe, swirling
     his tongue around the shell and then sucking lightly just below on the sensitive skin
     of her neck. He felt her shiver, felt immense satisfaction that he was bringing her
     pleasure.
    Chill bumps rapidly broke out and raced across her flesh, hardening her nipples until
     they poked at his chest.
    Unable to resist that particular temptation, he kissed a line down her chest, between
     her breasts, and then he lapped at the underswell, getting closer and closer to her
     straining peaks.
    “Gabe…”
    His name came out as a breathy sigh, and it had a volatile reaction to his already-aroused
     body. The head of his cock was nestled in her sweet heat, but he hadn’t pushed in
     yet. He wanted to make damn sure she was just as aroused as he was, and then he would
     take his time. He wanted her as wild for him as he was for her. He’d settle for nothing
     less.
    Reaching between them, he grasped his dick and rubbed up and down her damp folds,
     over her clit and then back to tuck barely inside her entrance. He licked at one nipple,
     running his tongue slowly and leisurely across the puckered bud.
    “You like this?” he murmured.
    “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Suck them, Gabe. I love it when you put your mouth on my
     breasts.”
    God he loved it too. He trembled he was so on edge. He needed her. Needed to possess
     her. He wanted to drive deep and hard, remind her without words who she belonged to.
     It was hell battling those instincts, but he forced himself to maintain control.
    He nipped gently at one nipple and then followed it with a light lick before finally
     sucking the crown into his mouth. He held it there, working it with his mouth, enjoying
     the feel and taste of her on his tongue. There was nothing sweeter. Nothing as exquisite
     as having her underneath his body, his mouth and hands onher, tasting, touching, exploring. And she was his. All his. He could have her any
     time he wanted as many times as he wanted. It was like putting a feast before a starving
     man and telling him to have his fill. He wanted everything at once. To lose himself
     in her and forget everything else.
    Her hand slid into his hair, gripping his scalp, her nails digging in as she held
     him to her breasts. It was the first time she was remotely aggressive in bed, and
     he liked it. He liked it a damn lot. It told him she was there with him, sharing this
     mind-blowing, crippling obsession. He wasn’t alone.
    She arched her hips, pushing herself at him, trying to maneuver his dick inside her.
     Wetness