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“Found it,” I murmured against her neck.
Caroline bit her lip, trying not to whimper and failing. Stubborn little thing. She was trying so fucking hard not to react, not to give me the satisfaction of knowing I was coaxing pleasure out of her. Well, too bad.
I kissed her roughly, sliding my thumb over her clit at the same time I curled my fingers again. She gasped into my mouth, thighs clamping down on my wrist like she could stop me. Not a chance in hell. I was going to stroke her until she came over my fingers.
“Let it go, spitfire,” I coaxed, voice raspy.
“Knox—”
“Shh.”
She squirmed, trying to resist, trying to take control, but I wasn’t allowing that shit. I slid my free arm under her ass and yanked her flush against my cock. She was slick enough to short-circuit my brain. I teased the head against her folds, not giving her what we both wanted. Not yet.
“Say my name again, Caroline.”
Caroline twitched, raking her nails up my back. I shuddered, growling low, and caught her wrists to pin them high above her head against the tile. Her chest arched, stretching those perfect tits up for me. I caught a nipple between my teeth and flicked my tongue.
“Knox,” she moaned obediently, breathless and desperate.
“That’s it,” I praised, fucking her with my fingers. “Give it to me. You’re right fucking there, baby girl. Let yourself feel, Caroline.”
Those were the magic words.
Her walls spasmed around my fingers. I curled again, pushed her higher, until she shattered—body locking tight as her orgasm ripped through her. I felt every pulse of her around me like she was trying to suck me in deeper.
Her little shuddering pants flattered my ego. For all her venom, Caroline came apart like she’d never been touched right a day in her life—and I knew she hadn’t. Not like this. Not with someone who gave a damn about her.
I slowed my hand but didn’t pull away, feeling every last ripple of her climax until her thighs quivered. I released her wrists just in time for her to grab my shoulders, barely staying upright.
“God fuck,” she panted, wrecked.
Watching her fall apart like that, knowing I was the one who did it? Fuck. “You want more, baby girl?” I asked, my voice deep and dangerous.
Her head snapped up, wild and flushed and perfect. “Yes. Yes, Knox. I want you inside me. Fuck me until we forget.”
For a second, I just stared, blown away by her honesty, the way she caved into submission. Then I grinned.
“Was I really that good?” I teased, tilting my head toward her for a kiss.
Caroline just smirked, reaching over to shut off the water, and slipped out of my grip. She left the shower, nothing but dripping curves and attitude. “Hm. It’s a start.”
My jaw dropped.
“You sneaky little bitch.” I growled the words, but they weren’t an insult. I watched her ass sway out of the bathroom, then stalked after her like a starving wolf. “Get back here, woman.”
She bolted, laughing—and it was the best goddamn sound I’d heard in days.
I caught her around the waist, lifting her and tossing her onto her back onto the bed. Her tits bounced. Before I could let her settle, I was already looming over her, taking her breast in my mouth, nipping, licking.
We were soaking wet from the shower. Caroline tasted like tap water. Wasn’t sexy at all, but who the fuck cared when her nails were scraping up my back again and her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me above her.
I pulled away as much as I could to look at her. Droplets clung to her lashes like diamonds, dripping onto her cheeks. Her tongue slipped out between her swollen lips, catching them with the tip.
Shit, why was that sexy?
“Keep going,” she ordered.
I didn’t have to be told twice, even if I was miffed she was still trying to call the shots. I dragged my mouth along the swell of her breasts, sucking, biting, lavishing the sensitive flesh. I made sure both got equal attention, and groaned when she gasped, her fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair. She arched up to meet me, pressing herself into my mouth.