Rush (Breathless #1)(29)

Chapter ten

Mia had dozed off, sated and in her warm, hazy cocoon, images of Gabe vivid in her dreams. And then she was roused from sleep as the very real, not-dream Gabe pulled the covers from where she’d tugged them up to her chin.

He had this look, a completely and utterly delicious look in those piercing blue eyes that made her stomach clench, and her immediate reaction was to clamp her thighs shut to alleviate the instant ache that bloomed.

“On your knees.”

Holy hell, but the way he made that command made her go weak.

She wasn’t entirely certain what he meant. Did he want her literally on her knees, like upright? Or did he mean hands and knees? And if he meant hands and knees…She shivered as she imagined the hands and knees option.

When his eyes narrowed with impatience, she hurried to roll from her back to her side and then onto her belly. Before she could push herself up to her knees, he planted his hand in the middle of her back, holding her firmly against the mattress.

“Stay there a moment. It will be easier if I do this now.”

Do what now?

Her heart thudded against the mattress and she squinched her eyes shut, figuring if she wasn’t looking at him that it was okay for her to close her eyes.

Gently he pulled at first one wrist and then the other, tugging both hands behind her until they rested at the small of her back. Her eyes flew open when she registered that he was coiling…rope…around her wrists, binding them together.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He hadn’t been kidding about the bondage and restraint stuff she’d read in the contract!

She hadn’t realized how tense she’d gone until Gabe leaned down, his lips brushing the back of her ear.

“Relax, Mia. I won’t hurt you. You know that.”

That whispered promise made her muscles go lax again and she melted into the bed, her brain in overload. She was excited, nervous, scared, but mostly really excited. Her senses were on hyperalert. Her ni**les were hard, poking into the mattress, and her pu**y had clenched, quivering in anticipation.

Then he hoisted her ass up so that her knees went beneath her, and he positioned her so her cheek was down on the mattress while her ass was perched in the air, her hands solidly bound behind her back.

His hands smoothed over her behind, caressing and soothing, and then his finger trailed down the cleft of her ass, pausing just at her anal opening. His voice was gravelly, a rough edge to his tone when he spoke.

“I’m looking forward to f**king this sweet ass, Mia. And I will. You’re not ready yet, but you will be and I’m going to enjoy every second I’m balls deep inside your pretty ass.”

She shivered uncontrollably, chill bumps dancing across her exposed flesh.

“For now, I’m going to f**k your pu**y, that tight little ass perched high while I imagine it’s your ass I’m f**king.”

She bit into her bottom lip as lust rolled hot through her, leaving her flushed, excited, desperate for his touch and his possession.

Then the bed dipped and his body pressed into her. His hands glided up her back and then down to settle on her bound wrists. He stroked her clenched fingers and then tugged experimentally at the rope as though he were checking to make sure she was securely tied.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t process the bombardment of sensations. She was utterly helpless and yet she knew she was safe. Knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t take her too far.

Keeping one hand securely around her bound hands, he slid his other hand between her legs to cup her pu**y. Then he left her long enough to position his cock, the tip teasing her entrance, spreading it as he pushed in the barest inch.

“You’re so f**king beautiful,” he said in a rough voice. “In my bed, on your knees, hands tied behind your back so you have no choice but to take whatever I give you.”

She was ready to scream in frustration. She was so on the edge and he still hadn’t done more than remain just inside her pu**y, the head nestled right at her opening. She tried to push back against him, tried to force him deeper inside her.

Her mouth fell open against the sheets when he administered a sharp smack to her ass. Then he chuckled. He laughed!

“So impatient,” he said, amusement in his voice. “We do this my way, Mia. You forget so easily. I want inside you as badly as you want me there, but I’m enjoying every second of having you tied up and in my bed. As soon as I get my dick inside you, I’m not going to last long so I’m going to savor every second.”

She closed her eyes and groaned.

He chuckled again and then pushed forward another inch, opening her wider to his advance. She sighed, tense, waiting, anticipating, her entire body quivering and clenching, her pu**y sucking at his cock, wanting it deeper. She wanted all of it. She wanted him.

“You want all of me, Mia?” he asked in a husky voice that danced across her skin.

God yes.

“Yes,” she croaked out.

“I can’t hear you.”

“God yes!”

“Ask me nicely,” he said in a silky voice. “Ask me for what you want, baby.”

“I want you,” she said. “Please, Gabe.”

“You want me or you want my cock?”

“Both,” she said in a strangled voice.

“Good answer,” he murmured, just before he leaned down to brush a kiss across her spine.