Page 24 of Loving Wild

With one hand palming my tit, the other wrapped around my waist, he fucks me. It’s fast, almost frantic. While he leans in and bites the curve of my neck as his fingers work my clit, he fucks me with a pace that’s beautifully brutal. The flame from my earlier orgasm reignites deep in my belly, and within seconds, fire and heat spread through my entire body.

His thrusts grow harder, his arms wrap around me tighter. The pain radiating from my already bruised and battered body begins to cry out for attention, but before I can ask him to slow down, his mouth presses against my ear.

“Fuck I love you. Love this, love us.”

I’m lifted to my toes twice more before he fills me. He doesn’t groan, doesn’t make a sound as he comes, just pushes in deep and holds himself there as his arms hold me against him, his breaths coat my skin, his scent fills my senses.

Heart racing, head spinning, my entire body shakes, but I’m not sure if it’s because of what he’s just done to me or what he just said.

He loves me. He just told me that he loves me. I’m not sure if it was a heat of the moment declaration or if he really means it, but he said it.

Pulling out, he turns and lifts me to sit back on the table.

“We have to eat off this. I have you leaking out of me and onto the table.”

Bending his knees till we’re at eye level, he kisses my forehead then my nose before meeting my gaze.

“It’s our house, it doesn’t bother me, and I don’t fucking care about anyone else. Every time you, me, or anyone sits here from now on, I’m gonna think of you bare arsed and naked, with me spilling out of you.”

His hands move to hold each side of my face gently. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes zigzagging a path from my chin to my eyes.

“Yeah,” I huff out breathily.

“Sure?”

Ignoring the pounding of my heart caused by the fucking and the words he just handed me because, apparently, we’re not going to talk about that, I give a nod and a small smile.

“So, we gonna talk about what I just said, or you gonna ignore it, pretend it didn’t happen?”

Okay, so I gotthattotally wrong. Wearegoing to discuss. With no idea of what I’m about to say, I open my mouth to speak, but Gabe interrupts me.

“I know I said I wasn’t there yet, but I am. When I said that, I wasn’t, but now I am. This isn’t how I wanted to say it. I’m not one for big romantic gestures . . .” he trails off, and brows drawn tight together, stares over my shoulder for a few seconds. “That’s not true. I’ve never been in love before, so I might be one for big romantic gestures, if that’s gonna be a problem, then you best get over it.”

My head snaps back, and I open my mouth to object. But that would be stupid because Idolike them, welcome them in fact.

“I’m good with that, the romance, the gestures.”

“Good, but what I meant was, I never meant for us to be stark bollock naked, fucking on the dining table the first time I told you how I feel—that I love you.”

He kisses me quickly before his eyes go back to their dance across my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking for; a response?

“It wasn’t just because we were fucking—well it was, but it wasn’t. It was just time, the right time, and I couldn’t hold it back. I know it’s fast, but it’s how I feel, and I need you to know. I don’t expect you to say it back, and I know it’s probably too much, the last thing you need right now, so do whatever you like with it.”

He stares off over my shoulder again.

“You fancy a bath, then something to eat?” he asks as if we haven’t just had a pivotal moment in our relationship.

“Gabe.” I reach for his face and hold it the way he’s still holding mine.

“What?” Slowly, he brings his eyes back to mine. “Too much? Too soon? What?”

“You’re right, it is early days, and on top of everything else, it is a lot.” I pause as I feel his head move from side to side slightly as if fighting the need to shake it. “But so far,nothingabout us has made sense, so why would what we feel or when we feel it be any different?” I question.

“Sitting here bare arsed on the dining table with our combined bodily fluids making a mess between my legs isn’t how I imagined this discussion would go either, but here we are.”

“You gonna get to the point and tell me you love me, or we gonna go clean up?” he interrupts my spiel.

“Don’t be a dick,” I yank at his hair as I speak. He laughs and finally gives the head shake he’s been fighting.