Rush (Breathless #1)(53)

“You’re such a damn tease,” she said crossly. “God, Gabe. Fuck me already!”

He let her legs fall and then leaned over her, angling himself so he could thrust deeper. He kissed her, still smiling. “So demanding,” he mocked.

She reached up, grasped his head and yanked him down into a forceful, demanding kiss that firmly proved his point.

He plunged through her wetness, sliding past swollen, tight tissues until his hips met hers.

“Fuck me, what you do to me,” Gabe said in a tortured whisper.

She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles at his ass. She lifted herself upward, wanting more. Hell, he wanted more. It would never be enough.

Planting his hands on either side of her head, he began to pump in and out. He pushed and undulated deep, holding himself there at the deepest possible point before sliding back out, retreating, only to advance again in an erotic, tantalizing rhythm.

“Tell me what you need,” he managed to grit out. “How close are you, Mia? What do you need?”

“You,” she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. “Just you.”

He didn’t have to tell her to give him her eyes. Her gaze was solidly fixed on him, sweet and understanding, the glow of arousal warm in her depths.

He sped up his thrusts, plunging, rocking against her. She fluttered and convulsed around him. He felt the start of her orgasm as she rippled along the length of his c**k and then squeezed him so tight that it initiated his own.

It was like being turned inside out. The rush was nothing he’d ever experienced before. The ultimate adrenaline surge.

The first jet of se**n erupted from his body, painful and so intensely pleasurable that he lost sense of everything but his dick diving into her over and over. She was limp on the bed, her eyes on him when she came—as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Even when the last of his release had left his body, he still f**ked her, not wanting that feeling to go away.

Her arms circled his shoulders and her hands rubbed up and down his back, her nails lightly scouring his flesh. He moaned and shuddered from the toes up. He pushed inside her and stayed, lowering his body so it rested atop hers.

He slid his hands underneath her ass, pulling her tighter against him, not wanting to lose that connection. If it were up to him, he’d remain a permanent part of her, his dick wedged in her pu**y. There was no better feeling on earth.

“Mmm, that was decadent,” Mia said in a sleepy, completely satisfied voice.

He had nothing to say because there weren’t adequate words to convey just how wrecked he was right now, and he didn’t want her or anyone to know just how vulnerable he felt at the moment.

He kissed her temple, careful not to move so he remained inside her. He wasn’t leaving her until he had to. It was twisted, but he liked the fact that she was apparently every bit as possessive of him as he was of her.

She was snuggled tightly into his body and they were still connected, their bodies entwined intimately. He thought she’d already drifted off to sleep when he heard her quietly say his name.

He picked up his head just enough that he could see her, and he thumbed a thick strand of hair from her forehead.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked. They’d already talked about way more than he was comfortable with. And something in her gaze told him this wasn’t something small.

“The contract,” she whispered.

He tensed and then levered himself upward even more as he stared down at her in question. He was still hard inside her, still solidly a part of her and he remained that way, wanting her underneath him, pinned down and possessed by him. Especially if they were going to discuss the damn contract.

“What about it?”

She sighed. “I just wondered. I mean, about the ‘other men’ thing. Is that a for-sure thing or is that a just-in-case thing?”

The very last thing he wanted to talk about—or imagine—when he was balls deep inside her and she was naked and sated in his arms, was another man touching her.

But there was also curiosity in her gaze. Not fear. Just genuine question. Almost as if she were wondering about it…

“How do you feel about that?” he asked bluntly. “Does it turn you on? The idea of another man touching you while I watch?”

She started to move her gaze from his.

“Eyes,” he commanded. “You look at me while we’re having this conversation.”

Her gaze flickered back and he could see the flush on her face.

Then she licked her lips and he could feel her nervousness, her hesitation.

“Okay, yes, I admit, I do wonder about it. I mean I can’t tell you if it’s something I’d like or not, but I do think about it. I know that Jace and Ash…”

Gabe winced. “I don’t really want to hear about Jace and Ash nor do I want to discuss anything that remotely involves them being naked.”

Mia laughed, her eyes sparkling. But she also relaxed in his arms as some of her tension fled.

“I just mean that I know they have threesomes with women and I guess I wondered about that. Not about them. God, no.” She shuddered. “But about the concept in general. I mean when I first read that in the contract, my immediate reaction was shock and a resounding hell no. But then I began to wonder what it would feel like.”

She trailed off in a whisper, her expression anxious as she stared up at him.