Page 28 of Wrangling Wade

He sighs and then kisses me again. "I did say that, but Dillon is looking into shit on his ranch. It may make him unpredictable. And I'm not gambling with the most important thing in my world, beautiful. Until he's dealt with, I go where you go."

My heart stalls and then thuds unevenly. He just called me the most important thing in his world. Oh my goodness. Is he…?

"I can hear your mind racing," he murmurs.

"Can not."

"Yeah, I can."

"I'm just thinking."

"About me being in love with you?"

"I…" I startle slightly, my eyes wide. I guess that answers my question, now doesn't it? Holy shit. Wade Jessup is in love with me.

"I'm not just saying it," he murmurs, grinning at me. "I mean it, Harlow. I'm wild about you. Maybe I'm supposed to play it cool and wait to tell you that or something. I don't fucking know. But I'm in love with you, and I don't see any damn sense in pretending that isn't true."

"I…"

"You don't have to say it back," he whispers, gently placing a finger over my lips. "That's not why I told you. I'm just not the kind of motherfucker willing to pretend the truth isn't the truth, especially when it matters. I love you, and because I love you, I'm going to keep showing up here, making sure you're safe."

"You can't keep showing up here," I blurt.

"Wanna bet?" The unholy look in his eyes is too damn sexy. It also screams danger. He presses me flat against the wall, his erection against my belly. "Who's going to stop me, beautiful?"

"Wade," I moan, trying to tell him about the job at the gallery, but I lose the threads of…well, everything, when he cups my pussy through my jeans, his grip possessive. I buck into his hand, sobbing quietly.

"Fuck," he growls, yanking open the door to the stockroom and then pushing me backward into it. Before I can fall, he's got me in his arms, his lips on mine. His kiss is wild, tinged with the same desperate need as always.

I knock his hat off his head, just so I can pull his hair. I love the way he growls my name when I've got my hands in his hair. I love that his hair is just for me, something only I get to touch. He hides it from the rest of the world beneath his hat, but I get to wrap my hands all up in it whenever I want.

"You need to come before you get back to work, beautiful?" he asks, already working open the fly of my jeans. "You do, don't you?"

"Yes," I moan, trying to stroke him through his pants. He's so damn hard, so big… I sink to my knees in front of him, desperate to have him in my mouth.

"Fucking hell," he rasps, gathering my hair up in one fist as I pop the button on his jeans, already clawing at the zipper. "You want me in your mouth, baby?"

"What do you think?" I smirk up at him, delving my hand inside his jeans to wrap around him. I run my thumb over the broad head as I draw him out, teasing him a little.

"I think I might fuck you clean through this wall if you get your mouth on me," he warns me, the devil in his eyes.

"You should do that then," I mutter, swatting his hand away when he tries to touch his cock. I lean forward, my gaze locked with his, and lick across the head.

"Fucking hell," he groans, one hand slamming against the wall. Something clatters off the shelf beside me. I don't know what. Don't really care right now. I'm busy.

I lick him again, moaning. He's silky smooth and so fucking hard at the same time, salty and tangy. "Jesus, Wade," I whisper, a little breathless. "No wonder you like eating me so much."

"Stop talking, Harlow," he growls, his chest heaving. "I swear to God, if you don't want me to break this fucking door when I'm inside you just…don't talk."

"Okay. I'll just do this then…" I plunge down on him, taking him as far as I can. My lips stretch around him, my mouth watering.

"Fuck!" he roars, his hand slamming against the wall again. Something else lands on the floor, but I don't care. I'm too busy enjoying the way he trembles above me, his whole body quivering as he tries to hold himself still.

I bob on him, taking him as deep as I can before I back off.

"Look at you," he groans, stroking my cheek. "God, look at you on your knees for me, Harlow. You're so fucking perfect, you know that? So perfect."

I choke around him, sucking harder, desperate to please him the same way he does me, for him to know that I feel the same way about him that he does about me. I don't even care if it's too fast or too soon. I'm in love with him, wildly, madly, irrationally in love.