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in love with you. I don’t think my heart could take it if we went back
to being simply friends.”
    She had always known it was all or nothing, which was why
she’d never said anything. She’d never wanted to risk losing him.
    “It would never be simple with you, Gabby,” he whispered. “I
love you too.”
    How long had she waited to hear those words?
    “What if we don’t work out? What if I lose you?” She felt
sick just thinking about it.
    Cupping her face with his hands, he kissed her lightly,
almost lovingly. “You will never lose me. I promise.”
    From the corner of her eye she suddenly noticed the time on
the clock beside her bed, and she smiled. “Happy birthday, Hunter.”
    The grin he gave her made her shiver with want. “I finally
caught up to you. So, do you trust me?”
    Taking a chance, because Hunter had never broken a promise
to her, she kissed him. A tingle raced up her spine, and she gasped at the
sensations bombarding her. His strong hands clamped firmly down on her waist
and he lifted her up into his arms. Hunter carried her to the bed, and
Gabriella let out a cry as he dropped her onto the mattress, quickly following
her down to cover her body with his own.
    “Hunter,” she panted as he began tugging at her clothing.
She joined him in the heated frenzy, desperate to feel every inch of him
pressed against her.
    When they were both naked, Hunter leaned back, his gaze
raking over her felt like the softest caress. The hunger in his eyes made her
feel beautiful. His hands slowly traced every nuance of her skin, all the dips
and crevices, until she felt she would pass out from the pleasure.
    Hunter pulled back again, and she whimpered. “Where are y—”
    She paused when she saw he had grabbed his jeans and was now
holding a condom, a nervous smile on his lips. At her raised eyebrow, he
shrugged. “I told you I love you. I figured if I ever worked up the courage to
tell you and you felt the same…well, I wanted to be prepared.”
    God, he was amazing.
    “Come here,” she whispered, opening up her arms. “I love you
too. Make me yours.”
    A rakish grin splayed across his face. “Oh, Gabby. You
always have been.”
    His words, so certain, inflamed her desire for him, making
it burn higher, hotter. She squirmed as he slipped a finger into her untried
heat. She was so wet, so ready for him. Hunter gently pumped the digit,
allowing her muscles to stretch. He followed it with another as his thumb
strummed against her clit. Gabriella’s eyes closed as she allowed the
overwhelming sensations to consume her. When he pulled his fingers out, she
cried at the loss. The sudden nudging of something thicker, longer, at her
entrance had her breath speeding up.
    This is it.
    Hunter parted her folds, pushing just the head of his cock
into her pussy. Gabriella struggled to breathe as he continued to slide his cock
further into her, his unyielding hands on her hips holding her steady. Her
walls protested slightly at the pressure, and she forced herself to relax. When
he reached her hymen, he paused, sweat dripping from his forehead. She could
tell it took everything he had to go slow, to be careful, and she loved him all
the more for that.
    “I’m sorry, Gabby. I can’t stop this from hurting.” Hunter’s
voice was ragged and hoarse.
    “I know,” she reassured him. “Just do it. I trust you.”
    And she did. More than anything.
    Taking her at her word, Hunter thrust forward. Gabriella
clamped her lips shut, refusing to cry out even though it stung and burned.
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall as she gently moved
her hips. Hunter began to move, his hips pumping in and out. Soon the pain
ebbed, morphing into spirals of pleasure, until she was drunk on desire.
    “Oh, fuck. Gabby. So good. Can’t stop. Oh, Christ,” he
babbled as he thrust rapidly inside her.
    Gabriella met him thrust for thrust as they sped up, both of
them desperately reaching for that peak. Gabriella