Page 105 of If This is Love

His teeth grated across my throat, and his hips pistoned faster and harder. “I need more of you.Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.” My own voice barely made any sense, and I felt so good that I couldn’t process it. “You could never hurt me. I love you, Gabe. I trust you.”

His arms were suddenly around me, and my body was suddenly off the bed and pinned by his to the large, wooden headboard. I was going blind. He was hitting my spot over and over and over again, relentlessly driving pleasure so deeply into me that I was getting lightheaded. I’d never moaned like this in my life. Never so loudly. Never so desperately.

Some slightly functional part of my brain worried that Gunner was going to come in the room and check on us, and what if he got scared? Never mind.

Never mind that at all,my god.

The headboard was creaking and smacking the wall and feeling like it was going to fold under pressure, but the dizzying, blinding, waves of my climax started to build. Slowly. Almost tortuously slow. Like it wasn’t quitethereyet, but it was oh so close.

And it wasoh so close.

“Gabe…unh… oh, baby, I’m so close… I’m so close, baby, you’re so perfect, I could cry.” I whimpered, and I really could’ve cried. The puremadnessof this release. The months of utterlyexcruciatingattraction and sexual tension andlonging, and he was so perfect. Nothing made sense except his utter perfection. I clung to him, meeting his hips with mine, exaggerating every movement like I waspullingmy climax from the depths of his soul. “Closer.” My throat was closing up, and tears were burning the corners of my eyes. “Closer, please, baby. I want everything you can give me. I love you so much.”

Saying the words as he drove his head-spinning, deliciously satisfying length into me made me feel like I was floating. Levitating. And then I actually was. Hovering. Moving through the air. In a blink, I landed flat on my back on the mattress, the perfection of our connection lost for only a moment before Gabe plunged himself to my depths again.

Throwing my head backward, I moaned so long that it ended with a sob. My body and soul and spirit werealivewithlovein its purest form, and I silently blessed the name of the Lord just as Gabe pushed me off the ledge and catapulted me straight to shimmeringglory.

A guttural growl ripped from his throat, and he roared his climax right alongside mine.

A deafeningBAMstruck the atmosphere of the room like a thunderbolt hitting a powerplant, and Gabe and I were slammed hard against the bed. My heart leaped into my throat, and I wrapped all my limbs even tighter around him as my core pulsed and trembled around him, still moaning and whimpering and sniffling back tears.

“Oh God.” I paused to catch my breath and blink my eyes open, a few tears trickling down my temples as I swung my disoriented, half blacked-out gaze around the room. We somehow seemed…lower.

But never mind that.

Never mind any of that at all.

My mind slowly cohered, and I noticed Gabe’s stillness. His breathing was ragged and deep, but he was perfectly still as he lay with his face buried between my neck and the mattress.

I stroked his hair. “Gabe?”

He suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and shoved up and away from me, his silver eyes flashing and wild like he was part wolf. His gaze did a panicked sweep around the room, and I wasn’t entirely coherent yet, but the entire atmosphere snapped into something foreboding and tense.

Gabe hastily scrambled off the bed, his large, hulking shoulders heaving with each panting breath. “Ruth.” His eyes frantically darted all over the room, and I was just as bewildered and disoriented as he looked. “What—”

The bed jolted under me, and the footboard teetered and slammed on the hardwood floor, another loudBAMshaking the room. The frame was on the floor, the headboard now leaning haphazardly over the mattress. Apparently, we broke the bed with the intensity of our…passion.

I might’ve laughed, but the sight of Gabe terrified me.

“What the fuck,” he gasped, gripping his still-sheathed length as he staggered across the room and through a door to the bathroom. “What the fuck is happening… what the fuck is this… what the fuck did I do…”

“Gabe,” I said soothingly, shifting and inching off the mattress while I held the sheet to my bare breasts. “Baby, everything’s okay. We just got a little too… uh rowdy, and the bed—”

“What the fuck doesrowdymean, and when the fuck did you get to my house!”

His booming voice shook the walls, and every muscle in my body clenched. The stomach-gripping feeling of having done something wrong came rushing back, and my heart palpitated.

Get it together, Ruth.

He was having an episode. The loud bangof the bed breaking triggered him, and he was trapped in his mind, and he needed Gunner.

I sprang from the bed and leaped for the door, swinging it open and hollering, “Gunner! Gunner, come help your daddy. He needs your help, big guy. Can you come here?”

Gunner’s nails immediately started clicking against the floorboards, and then he bounded into the hall. He darted into the room and zipped around the corner that led to the bathroom, growling and barking.

“Gunner, down!” Gabe bellowed from the other side of the wall while I frantically searched the room for my clothes. I pulled on my panties and bra, digging through the blanket and sheets for my shirt and jeans, and he kept hollering. “Sit, god damn it!”

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