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gold as his wolf rose to the surface.
    That realization should have terrified her, but it didn’t. Inexplicably, it aroused her even more to know that his primitive nature had bled that close to release. She half-heartedly tugged at his hold on her, but she could tell it was pointless. He’d let her go when he was good and ready. Or, she suspected, if she asked. But she wasn’t about to do that. She didn’t understand it, but the prospect of being at his mercy was a huge turn on. She’d never wanted to be helpless before.
    Caleb leaned in close and nuzzled her neck, inhaling in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “I can smell your arousal,” he murmured against her ear.
    She clenched her thighs together instinctively at his words.
    “I can feel the heat rising off your skin.” He nipped at the side of her neck. “I can tell how wet you are even without touching you.”
    Straightening, he stared down at her, his eyes slowly traveling the lines of her body. With his free hand, he traced the outline of her mouth with his fingertip. When he ran it across the seam, she parted her lips and drew the tip into her mouth, holding his gaze while she sucked. She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips when he shuddered and closed his eyes.
    Pulling his finger from her mouth, he dragged it down the center of her sternum, his hand coming to rest between her breasts. Her nipples hardened in anticipation of his touch. Even in the falling darkness, he seemed to notice, his gaze focused on her chest.
    “I need to see you,” he murmured, his voice rough. He quickly undid the buttons of her blouse, pushing the fabric aside until her lace-covered breasts were bared.
    She felt his sharp inhalation deep in the pit of her stomach and her pussy clenched—empty and aching. Pressing against her, pelvis to pelvis, he held her tightly to the tree. The solid ridge of his cock pressed into her cleft. It was impossible not to rub against him. She couldn’t ever remember wanting a man as badly as she wanted Caleb. And so far, the reality was shooting her adolescent fantasies all to hell.
    He drew her hands down below her head and guided them to wrap behind her, around the tree. “Keep them here.” He trailed hot kisses along her collarbone.
    Unable to help herself, she lifted her arms and buried her fingers in his hair. Raising his head, he met her gaze, his eyes bright with mischief. “Such a naughty little brat.”
    The childhood nickname should have sounded all wrong in this context, but with the desire coursing through her body and the rough need evident in his voice, it didn’t. Oh God, it really didn’t. At all.
    Yanking his tie free from his shirt, he quickly bound one of her wrists with it, moving around the tree to secure her other one. He stood back and stared at her. She tugged at her arms, feeling the sudden need to cover herself, but there was no getting loose.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.”
    The heat in his voice coiled in her middle. Her panties grew wetter as she squirmed against the tree.
    Resting his hands on the upper swell of her hips, he brushed his thumbs over her belly sending goose bumps chasing along her skin. He skimmed his palms upward along her ribcage and over the outer curves of her breasts. The way her arms were pinned behind her thrust her chest forward like an offering to the man in front of her.
    It took forever, but finally, he cupped them. His big, rough hands caught at the lace as she tried to push herself more fully into his touch, but he wouldn’t be hurried. He teased her tightly budded nipples, pinching and tugging on them as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her whimpers of pleasure. The last thing she needed was anyone from the reception hearing her and deciding to investigate.
    Caleb’s fingers deftly unfastened the front closure of her bra and pushed aside the cups, baring her to his gaze. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
    He’d said it so quietly,