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Kane doesn't stop. He licks me clean through every single contraction, drinking in my release until I’m completely limp, breathless, and trembling in the cramped cab.

Slowly, he stands up, towering over me in the tight space. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark blue eyes completely wild, heavy-lidded, and brimming with dark, primal satisfaction.

"Good girl," he growls low in his throat, smoothing my hair back from my flushed, sweaty face. "Now pull your pants up before I forget we have work to do."

8

KANE

The drive back to my cabin up on the ridge is dead quiet, save for the rhythmic rumble of my truck engine and the heavy, electric hum between us.

Marlowe is sitting in my passenger seat, her knees tucked close together, her hands resting in her lap. She’s staring out the window at the towering pines passing by, but I know she isn't looking at the trees. Her breathing is shallow, her full lips parted just a fraction.

Every few seconds, her gaze flickers toward me, trailing over my hands on the steering wheel, down my arms, before she snaps her head back toward the window like she’s been burned.

She thinks she’s being subtle. She isn't.

My blood feels like hot iron sloshing through my veins. My hand shifts on the gear stick, my knuckles brushing against the denim over her thigh. It’s a deliberate accident.

Marlowe lets out a tiny, sharp intake of air. She doesn't pull away. Instead, her leg shifts closer, pressing her soft warmth into my side as I shift into high gear.

"Work day's over, Boss," she murmurs, her voice laced with a thread of teasing tension. "You can stop supervising me so closely."

"Can't," I growl low in my chest, not taking my eyes off the winding dirt road. "Yard's locked up, but you're still under my watch. Non-negotiable."

"Is that a threat, Kane?" She turns to look at me properly now, a spark of her signature, feisty defiance flaring in those light green eyes. But there’s no humor in her smile this time. Just raw, naked desire.

"It's a fact, sweetheart." I reach out, my large hand spanning the back of her neck, my thumb stroking the soft skin right behind her ear. "You don't go anywhere without me."

She shivers under my touch, leaning her head back against the headrest and giving me complete access. "You're possessive," she whispers.

"You have no idea."

I pull the truck into the gravel driveway of my cabin, shutting off the engine before the dust even has a chance to settle. The sudden quiet in the mountains is deafening.

I don't wait. I can't.

Before she can reach for her door handle, I’m out of the cab, striding around the hood, and wrenching the passenger door open. Marlowe blinks up at me, framed by the dark interior of the truck, looking small, luscious, and completely mine.

"Kane—"

I reach in, wrap my arms around her waist, and haul her out of the seat before she can finish the sentence.

She squeals, a breathless laugh escaping her as her feet leave the ground, but her arms automatically lock around my shoulders. Her full, curvy body flattens against mine, her softness melting into the hard slates of my muscles.

"I can walk," she breathes, her green eyes wide and dilated as she stares into mine.

"Don't care."

I kick the truck door shut with my boot and carry her up the wooden steps of the porch. My hands grip the back of her thighs, digging into her soft flesh, holding her locked against my hips. I push through the front door, slamming it closed behind us with my shoulder and locking it in one fluid motion.

The house is dark, shadowed by the evening sun dipping behind the peaks, but I don't turn on a single light. I don't need light to find what I want.

I back her up against the log wall near the entryway.

"Kane," she whimpers, her head tilting back against the timber as I crowd her.

I drop my forehead against hers, my breathing heavy, my chest heaving against her breasts. My hands leave her thighs to cup her cheeks, my calloused palms framing her face. I trace the curve of her jaw with my thumbs, feeling the wild, rapid flutter of her pulse.