Rush (Breathless #1)(28)

He lost the battle not to smile, and she didn’t look pleased with the result. She looked like a pissed-off kitten whose claws had just come out. Relief settled into his chest. Yes, he’d gone out of his way to make certain she knew the terms of their agreement, but he still didn’t like the idea of hurting her. And his friendship with Jace may not ever recover if Gabe broke Mia’s heart. He didn’t want to break her heart. She was more than just another woman he had sex with.

“Point taken,” Gabe conceded. “I won’t bring it up again.”

She cast him another frown and inserted her hands between them, pushing back so there was space between them. Oh hell no. He pulled her back down so she landed forcefully on his chest once more, her mouth just inches from his.

He kissed her and then growled when he found her lips stiff and unyielding. He slid his hand down her belly, between them, and into the soft, velvety flesh of her pu**y. He stroked over her clit until she gasped, opening her mouth to his tongue.

“That’s better,” he said against her mouth before ravaging her sweet lips once more.

“What about your driver?” she gasped out between kisses.

“We have time.”

He reached for her hips, lifting her and then positioning her astride him. He tore at the sheets, pushing them out of the way. His need for her was fierce. Painful.

“Put your hands on my shoulders and push yourself up,” he growled.

When she complied, he grasped his c**k and placed his other hand on her hip, guiding her down onto his straining erection.

“Ride me, Mia.”

She looked so uncertain that he moved his hands to her waist and then arched up, thrusting deeply into her. Holding 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. So tight, 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’t sure 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 pu**y. 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.