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“More.” I pant. “I need more.”

He takes that as his cue to quicken his pace, sliding his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together, and pinning them above my head. I tilt my hips, and his piercing hits and ignites something inside of me. Every stroke alights my nerve endings, sending bolts of pleasure through my body, my orgasm now hovering near the surface.

“You feel so fucking perfect.” He groans against the hot skin on my neck, sending goosebumps all over. My legs begin trembling, and I’m not ready for this to be over. I need more. I don’t want him to treat me like I’m fragile. I want him to take me exactly how he wants me, so in a moment of recklessness, I utter words I may regret because I know they will never be true.

“Fuck me like you want me.”

Chapter Thirty

Brad

Fuck me like you want me.

Words I hadn’t realized I was so desperate to have fall from her lips until she said them. Want her? All I’ve done for months, probably since the moment I met her, is want her. With an action that steals her breath, I slide out of her, lean back onto my heels, grip her hips with force, and flip her on her front, dragging her to her knees before I slam back inside with a power that has the bed frame hitting the wall.

She screams in pleasure as I take control of her body. Winding a hand round her long hair, I tug, making her back arch as I drive into me. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yessss.” This is nothing like I’ve experienced or realized I was capable of feeling. It’s as if I’m tuned into her body, knowingexactly what it craves and needs. Her hands fist the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to.

The sound of her arousal, our bodies coming together, and our breathless moans fill the room.

Her walls begin tightening, and I can feel she’s close, and I am right there with her. Gabriella coming is one of the most addictive sights. Knowing she’s seconds from shattering, I pull out and flip her back on her back and push back inside her, lifting her hips so I hit that sweet spot.

“I need you to come for me, baby girl. Right now.” She falls apart, shudders wracking her body and I come right along with her, spilling inside her. My chest heaves as I watch her, as her neck arches, hands kneading her breasts, eyes closing as she surrenders to the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Look at me,” I growl because it’s a need. I need her to look at me. She does, her amber eyes laser focused on me as we crash back down to reality together. A feeling of contentment floods my body as it relaxes. I lean forward, covering her body with mine, and kiss her. Gabriella has me on a rush far more powerful than any drug or drink ever could, and I fear she’s now become an addiction I’ll need to feed and succumb to every day.

But she’s not mine to keep, she never was. But with every passing day, she makes me believe I could maybe be the man who’s worthy of keeping her. I slide out of her, pulling her close as I hold her so tightly, like she’s about to be ripped away from me, because that’s what it feels like, and it hurts. A mixture of emotions goes to battle in my mind as we lie there in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to keep my soft spot for her under control and not let it grow. But it became bigger than me.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for Gabriella Monroe, but I think that’s what I’ve done and now I’ve got to work out how to tell her I want to keep her, and hope she’ll want to keep me too.

Chapter Thirty-One

Gabriella

We’ve been back from LA for a few days now. I haven’t been able to see Brad as I’ve been busy teaching classes, visiting my parents to make up for the missed dinners, and trying to dodge Patrick’s calls, and if I’m being totally honest, I’m avoiding Brad.

LA changed everything, and now I’m more conflicted than ever. He is what I want. While I was trying to get to a place where I would be confident enough in my own skin to find a man to settle down with, I’ve ended up falling for someone I consider one of my best friends. My best friend who doesn’t want the same future as me, who doesn’t do relationships, or forever. But if there’s one thing he’s taught me, it’s to be brave.

I need to stop stringing Patrick along, and then maybe it will free up the space to pluck up the courage to speak to Brad and tell him how I feel. If I looked back and was being truly honestwith myself, it’s always been there. This little spark that’s been busy burning silently in the background, left unattended and ignored until it started to grow, and now it’s become bigger than either of us to manage alone.

Yes, today is the day you are brave.

I pick up my phone and send a message to Patrick.

Gabriella

Hey, I’m back from my trip. Are you free to meet for coffee this afternoon?

I place the phone down on the kitchen island and write a quick note for Ali. She lands this morning, and I’ve missed her so damn much. Ria got back from her Disney trip yesterday too. It’s the longest I’ve gone without seeing either of them, and if it weren’t for Brad and that complicated mess, I’d have felt so lost and alone. I pick up the stash of mail I’ve been saving for Ali and leave it beside the kettle, knowing she’ll be wanting a cup of tea as soon as she gets in, and put the note on top.

My phone vibrates against the marble counter and Patrick’s name flashes across the screen.

I open the message and I should be excited by his reply but I’m not, so I know what I’m about to do is for the best.

Patrick

Sure am. I’ve missed your pretty face. I’ll be at Joe’s coffee shop by Central Park at 1 pm.