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“What does that mean when you say always?” she asked, needing to hear his answer.

“That we can be together,” he told her, his voice rough. Raw. “If that’s what you want. That we can try this. But with that intention. Permanency. I think it’s the only way we can go into a relationship. And that’s what I want with you. I want you to be mine. To be my girl.”

“I want that, too. To love you.”

His features shifted once more, and she saw everything he was feeling. And it reflected her own emotions, surging in a wild tumble in her chest.

“I fell for you, Skye,” he said, his voice soft with wonder. “Fell so damn hard. I never thought this was possible, butut it’s happening. You brought me here. And I’m grateful. I’m damn grateful.” He stroked her cheek softly, bent to brush a kiss across her lips.

In that kiss she felt all that he was saying, felt again the chemistry buzzing between them. The connection that was both implied and intensified by their naked bodies pressed together.

“I think I fell the moment I saw you,” she told him. “I want this. I want you. I want to be yours.”

“You are mine, Skye,” he murmured as he pushed himself into her. “Mine.”

He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight as he began to move, as she began to move with him, their bodies in perfect synchronicity. She was lost in his embrace, in Adam, in who he was, in everything he was to her already. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to be.

Adam had been right in their very first conversation. She’d had to give up control, to let it all go: her history with her father, her fear of intimacy that experience had created. She could see it all so clearly now, in the light of love. She’d had to give up control to allow herself to let someone in. Finally, she’d found the way. With him.

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