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sliding up the inside of her thighs.
    “I don’t care what your mother thinks,” Abel said, like he could read her thoughts. “But if you don’t want me to touch you like this…”
    He started to pull away. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “That’s not what I was saying,” she said.
    “Then what?”
    It was so hard to think of a coherent response when his palm was grinding circles between her legs, shooting hot spikes of pleasure straight to her brain. Her toes curled. One of her heels slipped off the drawer, almost sending her tumbling to the ground, but the weight of his body held her in place.
    Rylie wasn’t sure if she was groaning or growling or both. Her fingers twitched on his back, digging her fingernails into the meat of his shoulders.
    “It’s not fair,” she gasped. “I can’t have a conversation like this.”
    “I’ll make it easy on you.” Abel nipped her earlobe. “Do you want me? Right here, right now, do you want me?”
    Like he even needed to ask. “Yes,” Rylie said.
    “Good.” Abel’s middle finger slid inside of her. She was hot and ready—she had been from the moment he locked the door. He began stroking out a rhythm, even as his hot breath whispered into her ear. “You’re going to introduce me to your mother.”
    Were they seriously having this discussion now?
    Rylie kissed Abel to keep him from saying anything else. His fingers worked inside of her, first one, and then two, and the motions turned her flesh into raw electricity.
    “Rylie,” he groaned.
    Whenever he said her name like that, it had a way of making Rylie forget everything else that was happening in the world around them. Like she was starving to hear his name on her lips. But it hadn’t been that long since she had been groaning his brother’s name, sent out wedding invitations that said Seth Wilder and Rylie Gresham . How in the world could she ever introduce him to her mother?
    Rylie’s vision flashed. She was close to climax just with a few long strokes.
    Deep inside her, the instinct of the wolf was taking over. The animal parts of her mind grew to overcome the humanity. She barely even understood Abel when he growled to her again. “I want to fuck you,” he said. “But it’s not happening until you’re as proud to be with me as I am with you.”
    “Please,” she said.
    Forget the people in the kitchen, the family drama, her ex-boyfriend, everything that had gone strange and wrong in the country—Rylie wanted Abel. The wolf wanted him, too. For once, they were in total agreement.
    But when she reached for his belt, he pushed her hands away.
    “Not yet,” Abel said, rubbing harder.
    She went over the edge in a breathless, heart-stopping instant. Her mind filled with the roar of waterfalls crashing over Gray Mountain. Her muscles seized.
    Rylie threw her head back and let the world fall away.

    Sharing a bed with Abel was nothing new. Rylie had slept with him every night that they were in the forest by the Haven, so she had gotten used to his warm, sprawling body taking up their sleeping bag. It was like snuggling with a really big teddy bear—not that she would ever tell him that. Being called a teddy bear probably would have wounded his manly pride.
    For a few hours, she drifted in blissful, restful nothingness, where there were no worries or visiting mothers. But then morning came. Morning always came, sooner or later.
    Rylie was the first out of bed, for once. Abel reclined against the pillows with his arms behind his head. The blanket pooled in his lap to bare the bricks of muscle down his chest and abs. The heat of his gaze felt like hands traveling over her body as she dressed.
    She was blushing. That had to be the stupidest thing ever—being that intimate with someone, spending the night with them, and still blushing in the morning. The flush made the skin on her chest turn pink.
    Shimmying into her underwear, Rylie bent to search for her bra. A smile played over Abel’s