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As if my hands aren’t even grabbing onto his, he eases my skirt up my legs.

“But you can’t. We can’t,” I gasp, my eyes darting to the cabin window. “What if—”

“I’ll hear anyone approaching long before they get here.”

“But why do you have to—”

He nips my inner right thigh, and I gasp. “Do you know what your scent does to me?”

I shake my head.

He stares up at me. “I crave it. My wolf snarls at me constantly to pin you down and lap between your legs. I…” His voice trails off, but I see the need in his eyes, hear it in the husky note in his voice, and I know he means it.

He wants me. Maybe even more than I want him.

Clearing my throat as if his words and the intensity of his need aren’t having the least effect on my frayed nerves, I lift my head and gaze at the wall. “Well, if you insist. I—”

I jump when he nips my inner thigh again, but I can tell he’s smiling against my skin. “I do.”

His lips trail over my thighs, leaving fire behind. I hold my breath, every muscle in me tense as he shoves my dress higher and higher.

And then his lips touch me.

All the air in my lungs whooshes out. “Keane.”

His tongue laps at me, one slow lick that makes me moan.

“Like honey,” he breathes. His next lick is hungrier. “Sweet and rich. Delicious.”

The growl in his voice makes my breathing heavier.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back against the door and hold on to Keane’s hair as he laps hungrily at me. There’s no silencing my moans as each firm stroke drives me closer and closer to the edge.

As if he senses my climax fast approaching, he curves his hands around me and palms my ass with a new growl before hauling me even closer to his mouth.

“Keane,” I whimper, writhing against him.

The tip of his tongue finds my core, and he gently probes. A burst of pleasure makes me gasp as I widen my legs for more.

His tongue returns, gently thrusting, inching in a little further each time. He eases back a little. “Briar, you can’t scream,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot, his words unsteady. “Okay?”

It takes a second for the words to penetrate, which turns out to be a second too long, because as they do, Keane thrusts his tongue inside me. I explode.

A scream pours out of me. But it’s a sound quickly cut off when Keane is suddenly right there. He slants his mouth over mine, his body pinning me against the door as my body undulates from the power of my release. As I shudder, he swallows my moans and ragged pants.

When I’m finally silent, he kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. It’s a kiss of such desperate need that he sucks away what little strength I have left.

Wrapping my arms around him, I slump against the door.

But I don’t end up in a puddle on the floor. Keane lifts me and backs up. I don’t realize where we’re going until he turns and lays me down against a thin mattress. Only then does he break the kiss to peer down at me. “I told you not to scream.”

“And just how quiet do you think you’d be if I…” My voice trails off at the sudden jerk of him against my lower belly.

“If you?” he murmurs, his needy eyes on my mouth.

Stroking my hands under his shirt and up his back, I curl my legs around him as I lift my head from the bed, wanting his lips on mine.

He meets me halfway, and then he presses me back down to the bed.

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