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Harder.”
    “You didn’t say please.”
    “Jefferson!”
    The desperation in her voice told him she was as far gone as he was. There would be no drawn out torture this time. It had to end or he would forget this idea and take her now, damn the consequences.
    He slipped his fingers back inside her, pressing his thumb against her clit, and tugged her hair roughly with his other hand. “I’ll give you what you want this time. What you need. Come, Caroline. Come for me.”
    Obeying instantly, she screamed and her body shuddered hard against him. Jefferson grit his teeth again to hold back a ragged groan at her responsiveness, gentling his touch and caressing her while the pleasure rippled through her body in visible waves.
    He was still hard as stone, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so satisfied. Caroline was trembling, unconsciously pushing into his touch as if she craved it. Craved him. He’d done this to her.
    Damned if that wasn’t more addicting than any drink or risk he’d ever taken.
    This was just a kiss, he reminded himself. If he could hold onto the reins, there would be more. So much more.
    He let go of her ponytail and lowered his hand to stroke her back lightly, making her shiver. Neither of them said a word when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the shower. He didn’t want to leave her alone with her thoughts, didn’t want to stop touching her, but he needed the hot spray to clear his head.
    He could feel her eyes following his hands as he soaped his body. When he offered her a washcloth she shook her head, staring at his cock, still jutting out toward her in demand. He distracted himself by focusing on the bigger prize, rinsing off and reaching for a towel to dry her. Light strokes, careful movements, as if she were a deer in the woods that he didn’t want to startle. Her eyes were big enough—the dark green almost lost to the black of her dilated pupils.
    When he drew the towel over the cheeks of her ass she started trembling again. He glanced at their reflection in the mirror, licking his lips when he saw the vibrant red glow on her skin there. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love seeing his mark on her.
    But had he gone overboard? Her skin looked and felt so delicate. Had he been too rough? “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
    Her nod was jerky and he released her long enough to dry himself off before dropping the towel and guiding her back to the bedroom. He threw his boxers back on with a hiss as the fabric brushed his erection, dressed her in his white t-shirt and shorts as if she were a doll, then lifted her back in his arms to carry her downstairs to the kitchen.
    “You mentioned something about coffee, I think,” he started casually. “Let’s make some and we can talk.”
    When he set her down she leaned against the counter. Her arms were wrapped around her ribs as if she was holding herself together and she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. The need to protect her, to touch her was overwhelming and he didn’t resist it. He dragged her up against him and reached for the coffee with his other hand, managing to pour the water and start the machine without letting her go.
    “I can’t say I know you as well as my sister does, but from my experience you aren’t exactly the silent type. Can you talk to me, Caroline? Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
    She leaned her head on his chest and sighed shakily. “I’m thinking that I wasn’t expecting that—what you did or my reaction. It usually takes more than a spanking to send me into subspace, and I’ve neve r…but that wasn’t…it was different. I’m thinking I don’t know you half as well as I thought I did, and that I might need to change my plans for Trudy and John’s joint bachelor party because things could get awkward. I’m thinking I’m a little slutty for taking advantage of you when you’re drunk and injured and I was—” She took a breath. “Well, if we’re being