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and he was all over the place. Skin too tight, nerves twitching, heart racing.
    Mr. Cool, losing it.
    He’d almost lost her. The thought was there, like a burr biting into his skin—making him sweat, making him bleed. He’d almost lost her.
    Jack couldn’t even contemplate living his life without Caroline by his side. This past year had been the happiest of his life. Going back to the bleak emptiness of Before Caroline was unthinkable. He couldn’t do it, simply couldn’t.
    His hands were slick on the steering wheel by the time he drove into the garage.
    Something was happening to him, something big. He felt like he was about to explode if he didn’t do something, something . . . right . . . now .
    But what?
    The answer came when he gave Caroline his hand to help her out of the vehicle, and her skin burned against his.
    What to do?
    Fuck her.
    Get in her and stay in her as long as was possible, because while he was in her nothing bad could ever happen to her. He could keep her safe, keep her his. Nothing else would do.
    He was as hard as a rock, every nerve ending sparking like torn electric wires.
    “Jack?” Caroline’s voice rose, startled, as he headed through the house with her in tow. Nearly running up the stairs, striding fast down the hallway to their bedroom, where he slammed the door behind them with his boot and stood in the middle of the room, breathing hard, holding both her hands in his. “Jack, darling. What’s wrong?”
    Caroline kept her voice low and soothing as if he were a wild animal—and that’s exactly how he felt. He was sure his eyes showed the whites all around like a panicked pony.
    Jack looked at her, at his miracle of a wife. Grace, goodness, and beauty. A woman in a million, and he’d nearly lost her.
    He told her his deepest truth. “I need you,” he whispered hoarsely. “Right now. If I don’t have you right now, I think I’ll die.”
    She stepped closer to him, closer still, until her breasts touched his jacket, watching his eyes all the time. “My darling Jack.” She lifted herself up on tiptoe and awkwardly kissed the side of his mouth. “I’m yours. You know that.”
    His control broke. His hands fisted in her hair and he kissed her hard, almost savagely. He knew he was bruising her mouth but he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if her mouth were giving him life. He would stay alive as long as he was kissing her.
    He picked her up and carried her to the bed, landing on top of her, still kissing her. Somehow he got them both naked, ripping her underwear, but it didn’t matter because then he was touching her silky-soft skin all over—particularly the silky-soft wet skin between her legs—and it blew all his circuits.
    He couldn’t wait—not one second more—and entered her with one long hard thrust. He was so careful with her, always, but this time he couldn’t be careful, couldn’t be gentle; he needed to possess her the way he needed to breathe.
    He pumped in her—hard, fast thrusts that made the headboard beat against the wall—and watched her face move up and down under him, breasts swaying to his beat. Her head was arched back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him, holding him tightly. She, too, was celebrating the escape from danger with sex.
    Jack groaned, cupping her buttocks, moving his hands down to her thighs, lifting the backs of them higher. The fit became deeper, tighter.
    He fucked her with the full strength of his body, mindless heat filling his head. He couldn’t slow down, couldn’t do anything but ride her as hard and as fast as he was able.
    Caroline groaned and she tightened around him, one strong pulse. It lit him up and he moved even faster and harder, in an almost brutal rhythm that would shame him later but which now seemed as inevitable as the tides. Simply the way it had to be.
    Another sharp pulse and another. Caroline cried out and he swelled inside her and then exploded, his entire body