Rush

hadn’t had many opportunities to indulge because Gabe was always solidly
     in control when they had sex. Oh what she wouldn’t do for one night to explore him
     at will.
    One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break
     the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.
    She closed her eyes dreamily, swaying along with the music as Gabe held her tightly,
     his hand roaming her body. They were practically making love on the floor. Not sex.
     Not this torrid, all-consuming obsession that gripped them every time the clothes
     came off.
    This was sweeter. Softer. More intimate and she loved every second.
    She could fall in love with this Gabe.
Was
falling.
    “I wonder if you have any idea how much I want you right now,” he murmured next to
     her ear.
    She smiled and then lifted her mouth to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
    He stopped right in the middle of the dance floor, not even making an effort to make
     it look like they were dancing. His hold tightened on her and his body went rigid
     against hers.
    “Jesus Christ, Mia. What a thing to say right here in the middle of the goddamn restaurant.”
    She smothered another smile and blinked innocently up at him. “I just thought you’d
     want to know.”
    “We’re getting the hell out of here,” he growled.
    Before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand and hauled her toward the exit,
     his other hand reaching for his cell phone. Thank goodness she hadn’t brought a purse
     or it would have been left at the table!
    In terse tones, he told his driver they were ready.
    Outside on the sidewalk, Gabe retreated closer to the building, holding her protectively
     against his side, away from the passersby.
    “Gabe, what about the bill?” she asked, mortified that they’d just walked out.
    He gave her a patient look. “I have an account with them. I’m a regular here. I even
     have a standard tip added to each of my bills. So don’t fret.”
    The car pulled up and Gabe hustled her inside. As soon as the doors were closed and
     the car pulled away, Gabe pushed the button for the privacy screen between the front
     and back seat.
    Anticipation fizzed in her veins until it felt like she was a shaken-up bottle of
     carbonated soda.
    He reached for the fly of his slacks, rapidly unfastening it. A second later, he pulled
     out his long, beautiful cock and stroked it to utter rigidity. Her gaze was glued
     to him, the masculine ruggedness of his body.
    “Pull up your dress and get on my lap,” he said, reaching for her hand.
    Maneuvering up into the seat, she hiked up her dress, baring most of her thighs, and
     then Gabe scooted to the middle of the seat so she could straddle him.
    He reached underneath her dress and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh to her
     bare pussy, and he smiled in absolute satisfaction.
    “That’s my girl,” he purred. “God, Mia. I’ve fantasized about fucking you in this
     dress and those killer heels ever since you walked out of the bathroom at my apartment.”
    He slid one finger inside and then pulled it back out and up between them. It glistened
     with her wetness. Slowly he slid his tongue up one side of his finger and she nearly
     came on the spot. Holy shit, but the man was lethal. Then he put his finger to her
     mouth.
    “Suck it,” he said huskily. “Taste yourself.”
    Mortified but morbidly curious, she tentatively parted her lips, allowing him to slide
     his finger inside and over her tongue. She sucked lightly and his pupils dilated.
     His cock surged upward, touching the mouth of her pussy in an impatient gesture.
    He reached down with his other hand to grasp his dick, and then he withdrew his finger
     from her mouth so he could grip her waist. Then he lowered her down, guiding his erection
     into the very heart of her.
    Oh but it was decadent watching Manhattan fly by, the glow of the lights, the noise
     of traffic, while Gabe was fucking her in the backseat of his car.
    Positioning both hands at her waist, he began to thrust upward, holding her in place
     as he arched up and then withdrew. Faster. Harder. It was a race to see if he could
     get them both off before they arrived at his apartment.
    She came first. A frenzied, bright flash that blew over her with the force of a hurricane.
     She was left panting as he continued to plunge into her over and over. She gripped
     his shoulders, holding on for dear