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I caught her waist and pulled her back to me, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, the top of her breasts. Rose’s chest hitched with desire. But just before I reached those perfect pink tips, she touched the side of my face and drew me back up.

“You know it’s not just tonight I want,” she said, her gaze searching mine. “I want to belong to you and I want you to belong to me—all of us, together. It’s never going to feel totally right without you, Gabriel. But only if that’s what you want too. If you’re not sure—you don’t have to decide right away—I just don’t want you to think this is only messing around. I want all of you, even the parts you’re scared of.”

I swallowed hard, tenderness and lust singing in harmony through my veins. “And I want all of you, Rose. Every fucking day I can have you. Even the partsyou’rescared of. I think maybe those are the parts I love the most.”

A shimmer filled her eyes, but any tears there were happy ones. The smile that split her face had nothing but joy in it. She bobbed up on her toes to press her mouth to mine.

“I won’t let you down,” she murmured against my lips. “I won’t let any of you down. I swear it.”

“You couldneverlet me down,” I said. Then I was kissing her again, my thumbs stroking over her breasts. A whimper crept from her throat as I brushed my knuckles over her nipples.

I cupped my hand under one and brought my mouth to it. She moaned breathlessly, gripping my hair as I swirled my tongue over that stiffened peak. Her hips canted toward me, and even more heat gathered at the base of my cock.

We were doing this. She was mine. I was hers. Maybe it had always been as simple as that.

I moved to her other breast, grazing my teeth over her nipple until she cried out with need. She wrenched at my shirt, and I tugged it off. I swept her off her feet in one smooth movement, gathering her against me, chest to bare chest, to carry her into my bedroom. Her arm slid behind my neck, and she drew me into another kiss.

We fell onto the bed together, a jumble of limbs and desperate mouths. I peeled her jeans off her and kicked mine off when she grasped the waist. Then we were close, so close, my erection sliding against her core with only two thin layers of silky fabric between us. She arched up to meet me. We ground together, kissing hard and hot, an even headier friction than what we’d had the other day in the car.

I wanted her. Ineededher. She knew every part of me so well, and now I’d know her from the inside out. I tugged her panties off her, and she fumbled with my boxers. Then her hand was gliding up over my cock, her thumb slicking over the moisture already beading at the tip. I groaned.

“Rose.” Was I going to be this honest? Yes, she deserved that. She’d laid bare every fear she had to me without hesitation. I kissed her again and leaned my head close hers, our noses touching. “I haven’t actually done this before. Everything but, yeah”—hands and mouths, giving and receiving—“but going all the way… just never felt exactly right with anyone.” Too close. Too dangerous. Too much of a connection.

Rose’s eyes widened. “Gabriel,” she said, sounding awed. “And you’re sure you want it to be me, like this?”

A strained chuckle spilled out of me. “I’ve been sure of that since pretty much the first moment I saw you, sweetheart,” I said. “I just don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“I’ll take whatever you can give me,” she murmured, tipping her mouth up to meet mine.

I slid inside her with that kiss. Pleasure shot through me as the hot slick center of her closed around me. She raised her legs, urging me even deeper, and I accepted that invitation with a groan. Oh, God, all the times I’d passed up the chance at this sensation—but it wouldn’t have felt quite like this. Not with anyone but her.

I didn’t have a single regret about that choice.

“You feel so good,” Rose said, clutching me. The words and the tightening of her sex around me sent a fresh wave of bliss through me. I pulled back and plunged in again, finding a rhythm that was already spiraling me toward release.

“You too,” I mumbled. “So fucking good. There couldn’t have been anyone better. Never.”

She clenched around me again at those words, and I was lost. A stuttered cry broke from her lips. My balls clenched and my cock jerked inside her. I kept thrusting, spilling myself into her. My hand dropped to finger her clit, to draw out her pleasure, and her eyes rolled back.

“Gabriel,” she gasped. Her body shuddered around me, and I knew I’d brought her to her peak too.

I eased out and sprawled down on the bed beside her. She snuggled close, hooking her leg over my thigh so we aligned perfectly.

“I don’t want to go back,” she said. “I want it to all be over already. I want to just get on with my life with the five of you. Why does it have to matter to anyone else?”

“Because people are assholes?” I suggested.

“An awful lot of them, yeah.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me again. “But I’m ready for them now. Thank you.”

I gave her a confused look. “Did you get more magic from that—when I’m not—?”

She touched my lips to stop me. “No, but that’s not what I meant anyway. Thank you… for believing I won’t be broken.”

I hugged her to me, wishing I didn’t have to let her go either. Wishing I didn’t still feel as if I were already broken. But it didn’t matter if I was. I’d shown her those cracks, and she’d wanted me anyway.

“You’ll breakthem,” I said. “And I’ll be watching from the wings to cheer you on.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

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