Rush by Maya Banks Page B

plagued him. He’d promised her that he’d be patient and ease her into the physical aspects of their relationship. He should have gone slower, been more gentle. He should have made certain that he had more control.
    But the simple truth was that from the moment she walked into his apartment, he’d been instantly seized with the primalurge to have her. Nothing about their sexual encounter had been slow or gentle. He’d fucked her hard and with an urgency that he couldn’t even explain.
    He glanced at her closed eyes, at her tousled hair and the swell of her breast pressed solidly into his side. He’d imagined that after sating his initial lust for her, he would gain control of this seeming obsession, that he’d be able to settle and treat this as he did all his other partnerships with women. If anything, this first encounter had only sharpened the edge of his arousal. He was hungry for more. In no way had fucking her diminished his burning need for her. He wanted her again. Goddamn it but he wanted her now.
    Forgotten were all his promises to ease her into his lifestyle, to take it slow with his demands. He wanted to tie her up and fuck her until they both passed out. He wanted to do about a million things with her, none of which included going slow or easing her into anything. The only thing he wanted to ease was himself. Inside her. Only it wouldn’t be easy. He wanted to fuck her hard, deep and long, until she had absolutely no doubt that she was his.
    She stirred beside him, made a sleepy noise as her arm slid over his chest. His hand came down over her arm in a caress, the simple need to touch her overwhelming him. Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at him, her eyes hazy.
    “How long have I been asleep?”
    “Not long. Maybe an hour.”
    She started to push herself upward, uncertainty flashing in her eyes.
    “Sorry. I mean I didn’t intend to fall asleep. I should probably be going.”
    He scowled and pulled her roughly back down and let his hand travel up her body, over her curves and to her breast. The hell she was going anywhere. What hadn’t she understood aboutthe fact that she was his? And being his didn’t include crawling out of his bed the minute the orgasm was over.
    “Call your roommate and have her prepare you an overnight bag. I’ll send a car for it and you can ride in to work with me tomorrow.”
    Mia’s expression became troubled. “How is that going to look if we show up to work together?”
    His frown deepened. “It won’t look like anything other than we met for breakfast to discuss your employment and we came in to work together.”
    She went silent but nodded.
    “Use the phone by the bed and call Caroline.”
    He loosened his hold so she could roll away, and he watched for a long moment, letting his gaze roam over her bare back and her rounded ass. God, she was beautiful.
    Forcing his stare away from her, he turned to grab his cell, and while she spoke in low tones in the background to her roommate, he placed a quick call to his driver and gave him instructions to pick up Mia’s things from her apartment.
    When he turned back over, Mia was sitting up on the bed, her expression still one of uncertainty and awkwardness.
    What he wanted to do was pull her underneath him and plunge into her. He was hard as a rock, and the sheets were bunched around his waist, so at least she couldn’t see just how aroused he was. Not that she wouldn’t know very soon. And yet, he didn’t want to haul her underneath him just now. And he couldn’t even explain that particular thought since his overwhelming need was to get back inside her—as soon as he could part those gorgeous thighs and bare that pretty pussy of hers.
    If it were any other woman he’d either take his pleasure or suggest they both sleep, and he’d turn away, isolating himself from any intimacy. But with Mia he found he had other…needs.Needs he didn’t even understand. Nor did he particularly want to analyze them or