Page 23 of Loving Wild

“Watching you work makes me so fucking hard. I really wanna fuck you right now.”

“Here?” I ask, my voice sounding high with surprise.

“Fuck no. This is my kid’s bedroom,” he says with a chuckle.

“Where then?”

My question earns me a smile.

“So you want that, you wanna fuck?”

I nod. “Total honesty, I want you to fuck me till I forget . . .” I don’t get a chance to say anymore as I’m thrown over Gabe’s shoulder, and he carries me this way out of the bedroom and up the stairs. My battered body screams in protest, but not wanting him to hold back on whatever he has planned, I remain silent, and instead lean in and bite his arse, which, in this position, is right in my face. In return, he gives mine a slap before taking his own bite.

I assume we’re heading to our bed until he flips me upright and I slide down his body. Before my feet hit the ground, he lifts me onto the dining table, cups the back of my head in his palm and lowers me.

My socks and leggings are gone in seconds. I’m not wearing knickers, and a shudder runs through me when he licks his lips at this realisation. His eyes slide up my body. “Take off your top, I wanna see all of you,” he orders as his blue’s finally make it to mine. “Off,” he adds when I apparently don’t move fast enough.

I’m wearing a slouchy sweatshirt with a vest underneath, no bra. I pull the tops off together, doing it in a way that my front is the last area to be exposed so I can watch his reaction.

When I drop my clothes to the floor, his eyes close. “Fucking hell you’re gorgeous,” he whispers, making me feel all kinds of good things. Worshipped, like I matter. Emotion fills my chest, clogs my throat, but I don’t want to spoil this moment with tears, there’s been enough of those. All thoughts of crying evaporate when Gabe drops to his knees, slides my arse to the edge of the table, and lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“I’m gonna eat you until you come, then I’m gonna bend you over this table, I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m gonna make you come again.”

“Works for me,” I whisper.

Spreading me apart with his thumbs, he buries his head between my legs.

His tongue works my clit as his fingers push inside me. Two, maybe three, work me to a point where my stomach cramps, it’s almost painful. And then he curls them.

I push my foot against his shoulder and try to escape the orgasm that’s already making my head spin. Gabe’s hand slides to my belly, his palm spreads wide as he holds me down and it’s that move that does it. The way he holds me down, that act of possessiveness, ownership, that has my back arching and my hands gripping at my own hair as my orgasm rips through me.

He slows his actions, giving me exactly what I need to bring me down gently until his fingers finally still.

Unhooking my legs from his shoulders, he kisses the inside of each before setting them down to hang over the table’s edge. Leaning forward, he rains kisses over my lower belly, over the bruises, loose skin, and stretch marks. Over my fucking soul.

The wave of emotion I held back earlier rushes to fill my chest again.

Dark whiskers glistening with the evidence of what he’s done to me, his eyes are on mine as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and stands.

“I love how quickly I can make you do that. Love the sounds you make when I’m doing it to you.”

Reaching his arm to the back of his neck, he pulls his T-shirt over his head in that awkward way only men and boys do. It makes him appear vulnerable and my heart squeezes.

My phone is still hooked up to the sound system Gabe has running throughout the house, and when Carol King starts singing about feeling like a natural woman, tears burn at my eyes.

His own eyes tracking my entire body laid bare before him, Gabe unbuttons and unzips his jeans. I watch as he pulls them down, taking his jocks with them. After stepping out of his clothes, he slowly circles a finger around my belly button before trailing it up my body, between my breasts—his eyes on what he’s doing, my eyes on him.

“I love these. I fucking love everything about them. They’re perfect.” He pinches each of my nipples as he speaks.

Leaning forward, he presses his body against mine before raking first his teeth, then his tongue over my right nipple. My hands go to his hair, but I’ve barely gripped a handful when he steps away, flips me over, and pulls me forward till my feet are on the floor.

“Arse out, hold on to the edge of the table. I don’t want you hitting it and hurting yourself.”

Without a word, I do as I’m told. His front covers my back as he knocks my legs apart with his knee, another action I fucking love.

“If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, but right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

The heat of his body is gone from my back, and almost instantly, I’m forced up onto my toes as he pushes inside me.