Rush (Breathless #1)(31)

And he did.

He took care of her. Gave her what she wanted. What she needed.

Him.

She went hot and slick around him as he bathed her pu**y in his release. No longer able to maintain eye contact, she went limp, resting her cheek on the mattress. She didn’t have the strength to keep her neck turned, even at the slight angle she’d had it. Her eyes closed and she wasn’t sure if she was even fully conscious, because she hovered on some other place. Like she was shitfaced, but in the most beautiful place in the world.

Floating. Euphoric. Completely sated.

And happy.

Utterly content.

But there was no reprimand. Just soft kisses pressed up her spine and then to her ear. Murmured words she didn’t even understand drifted softly over her ear. And then he withdrew and her protest was immediate. She was rudely yanked from her warm haze and instantly cold and bereft without him.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered. “I need to untie you and take care of you now.”

“Mmmm,” was all she could manage.

It sounded so very nice. Him taking care of her. She was good with that.

A moment later her hands came free and Gabe took each one in turn, gently massaging them, slowly lowering each arm to the bed so she wouldn’t suffer any discomfort. Then he turned her, pulling her forward and into his arms.

He backed off the bed and then picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She was curled into a tight ball, molded to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as if she’d never let go.

God, she felt so vulnerable. So…open. She was completely shaken by what had happened tonight. She’d come expecting sex, sure. But this? This wasn’t just sex. How could a simple three-letter word that was attributed to any sort of lovemaking possibly describe the raw, fierce, explosive inferno that had just occurred?

Earth-shattering. And she’d had good sex before, but nothing ever earth-shattering.

He walked her into the bathroom and turned on the shower until steam poured from the stall. Then he carried her inside and, still holding her tightly against him, allowed her to slide down his body as the spray covered them both.

When he was sure she was steady on her feet, he separated long enough to get soap and then he proceeded to cover every inch of her body using his hands. He left no part of her untouched, uncaressed, uncared-for.

By the time he finished, she could barely keep her balance. As he moved away to step out of the shower, she nearly face planted. He lunged for her, a curse echoing in her ears. He picked her up again and then set her on the counter beside the sink while he reached for one of the folded towels on the shelf by the shower.

He enfolded her in its warmth and she sighed, leaning her forehead against his damp chest.

“I’m okay,” she murmured. “Dry off. I’ll just sit here.”

When she looked up, his mouth was quirked into a grin and his eyes gleamed with amusement. But still, he kept a cautious eye on her 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.”