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I lose myself in a kiss sweeter than I’d expected from a guy who snarls and growls as much as Keane likes to. Our kiss extends as we melt into the bed. Sliding my hands up and into his hair, I comb my fingers through the soft strands. He growls in my mouth before nipping at my bottom lip.

His hands caress my breasts, gently cupping me as his thumbs brush against my nipples. He swallows my low moan before his hands slowly lift my dress.

I break the kiss. “Keane.”

“Hmm?” His lips cling to mine again less than a second later.

I take my hands from his hair and push against his chest until he lifts his head. “Keane, is this really a good idea?”

Eyes dark with pleasure, he stares down at me. “Probably not.”

We stare at each other. “Someone could come after us.”

He nods. “Yes.”

But the thought does nothing to quiet the ache between my legs or the heat spiraling through me. “I don’t think I care.”

He doesn’t smile. His hands grip my dress and he tugs the material up over my hips. I sit up so he can pull it over my head and toss it aside.

The hunger that fills his eyes as he sweeps them over me makes me breathless. But when he laces his fingers with mine and stretches my arms over my head, I sigh as the weight of his body pins mine to the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.

Pleasure fills me at his sober words. I’m smiling as his lips touch mine, this new kiss deeper than the one before. My eyes flutter closed as he angles his head a little more for the perfect fit.

The ache building within me grows until I pull my hands from his to grab the waistband of his pants.

He eases his body from mine a little, not breaking the kiss, but just enough I can undo his pants and shove them down his legs.

Breaking the kiss, he peers down at me with eyes so drugged with desire I struggle to believe it’s because of me. And then he presses into me, one slow inch at a time.

I hold my breath at the heavy fullness invading my body, desperate to move but wanting this delicious tension to last forever.

“Briar,” Keane breathes, his voice hoarse with strain, as if he’s holding back.

There’s a question in his eyes. He wants to know if I’m okay. If I still want this.

I cradle his face with both hands and arch my hips. He sinks a little deeper into me, and we both groan.

His lips find mine, tongues tangling, a desperate, searing kiss that goes on and on. I don’t know who moves first, him or me, but suddenly we’re rocking against each other, the last stroke harder, and more urgent than the first.

Eyes closed now, I wring every bit of pleasure I can, knowing it won’t last forever. That soon we’ll have to go back to reality, and it’s the last thing I want.

The thought makes me reach for more pleasure, cling to it, and Keane. And as if my new urgent pace triggers something in him, he growls low in his throat.

His hands circle my wrists, tightening.

Easing the top half of his body from mine, he plunges into me, deeper and harder, as if he can’t get far enough. He growls so harshly with each stroke that it makes my belly tighten in pleasure.

My back arches and my eyes snap open as my release inches closer. Our eyes lock. “Keane,” I moan.

He draws back and then pounds into me. I tighten my legs around his hips.

So close. So nearly there.

He lunges into me again.

I lose my mind. All thought is just gone. Throwing my head back, I scream.

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