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I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her blonde head, but my voice was anything but tender.
“You wanna forget the whole fucked-up world with me, spitfire?” I growled against her ear. “Then let me wreck you so good, your body won’t remember anything but mine.”
Caroline’s whole body shivered violently. “Nate?—”
I grabbed her hips and turned her all the way around. Her eyes went wide with surprise at the feat of strength. I didn’t give her the chance to register, taking her face between my hands and yanking her lips to mine. Her palms braced my shoulders for balance.
We kissed like it was the only thing that mattered. Wet and soapy, desperate, heated. So fucking good.
Caroline ground down on me, slow and deliberate, and it made me curse. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned against her mouth, my hands going to her ass and spreading her. “Tell me what you want. Anything. Say it.”
She pressed her forehead to mine, panting, face flushed with heat, rolling her hips, begging for my touch. “You. Deep. Hard. Until I forget who I was before you. I need to feel you own every inch of me.”
I practically purred. “You’re already mine, baby girl. Every moan, every clench—yours is the only body I ever want to ruin.”
My fingers teased her opening. Caroline sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re mine, Caroline. Say my name while I fuck every other thought out of your head.”
“Knox,” she whimpered, angling her hips to go down on my fingers.
But I didn’t let her. Not yet.
“Wrong name, spitfire.”
“Nate.”
I plunged two fingers in her so expertly she bucked, sending water sloshing over the edge. “There we go. Good girl.”
We moved together erratically as she fucked my fingers, her nails digging into my shoulders so tightly I thought she would break skin. I stroked her again and again, bringing her to tears with pleasure. Just the sight of her sex face was enough to shove me toward the edge.
“Wild thing,” I rasped when she writhed, grabbing my wrist and trying to position me where she wanted. It made my annoyance spike. I pulled my fingers out. “What did I fucking tell you, spitfire?”
Caroline hissed like a cat at being denied. “The fuck?”
I grabbed her chin in my hand, staring her dead in the eyes. “If I have to tell you to let me lead one more fucking time, I’m going to tie your hands and make you watch while I edge you for hours—until you finally believe you’re safe with me. Is that crystal fucking clear?”
Her pupils blew wide, and her lips parted in speechlessness.
For half a second, she looked like she would be upset, something painfully vulnerable in her eyes.
But then she looked defiant, ready to really claw into me, some retort burning on her tongue.
“Control,” she said measuredly, closing her fingers around my cock, “is all I’ve ever had. You think I’ll just hand it over because you talk dirty?”
I stiffened. Now we were both holding each other hostage. Who was going to cave first?
God, I loved a woman who could fight back.
I knew I would sign my death warrant if I said yes, which was the truth. But I didn’t get the chance to answer.
“Prove it,” she said. “Prove I can trust you entirely. Prove I can feel safe with you. Prove I can let go of my control issues.”
I smirked. “Where should I start?”
“With your hand around my throat.”
Of all the things I thought she would say, that wasn’t it.
My grin turned into a grimace. “You just love turning shit on its head, huh?”