“For someone good at reading danger,” I murmur, “you can be unbelievably bad at reading me.”
That pulls the hint of a smile out of him, even though it’s brief and crooked and strained. “I know what you’re going to say,” he tells me.
“What’s that?”
His eyes search mine. “That this is real.”
I shake my head as I step in so close, the heat of his body wraps around me. “I was going to say I’m done letting you stay at the edge of things.”
The hard lines of his face soften as his focus sharpens, and the room narrows to just the two of us. He clamps his hands to my waist in a way that makes me gasp—not because it hurts, but because the movement is so certain. So possessive.
He’s been holding back, but he’s done with that now.
Then he kisses me like the world’s ending, and this is what he intends to be doing when it all goes up in flames. Heat flashes through me so fast, it leaves me dizzy.
Calder bends over me, so broad and solid, his mouth fierce as he shows me how much he wants me. Behind me, Weston exhales, and Buck says something low and rough I don’t catch.
I only break the kiss when I need to catch my breath, and then I turn so I can look at all three of them. I draw in a deeper gulp of air and say the thing that’s been burning in me since we all stepped inside. “Bedroom.”
Buck’s eyebrows lift, and Weston’s eyes flare. Calder’s grip on my waist tightens.
“I want all of you,” I tell them.
Buck reaches for me, one hand sliding around my hip as he studies my face like he’s checking for uncertainty.
He won’t find any.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
I take his hand and set it flat against my heart. “I’ve never been moresure about anything.”
Weston moves in behind me, his chest warm against my back, his lips brushing the side of my neck with impossible gentleness.
“We can go slow,” he murmurs.
I tilt my head to give him better access. “I don’t want to go slow because you’re afraid.”
The sound he makes against my skin is like a growl. “That isn’t what I meant.”
I turn enough to catch his hand and pull it around my waist with Buck’s, then reach for Calder, too, even though he already has a hold of me. “I want all of you. No more half-steps.”
Calder’s laugh is quiet and disbelieving. “You have no idea what you’re unleashing.”
I lift on my toes and taste his lips again. “Try me.”
After those two little words, whatever restraint they had left goes up like dry tinder.
CHAPTER 39
ELENA
Buck gets me moving toward the hallway. His actions aren’t hurried, but there’s a decisiveness in them that makes my knees weaken.
Weston stays close behind, his hand spanning my stomach as his mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear.
Calder comes along beside me, one hand at my lower back and the other skimming down my arm until our fingers lace.
By the time the four of us cover the short distance to Buck’s bedroom, my whole body is humming.
