“What did I say?”
“Don’t move,” she moaned. “I can’t. I can’t.”
He shoved his fingers even deeper inside her but kept them still. “Yes, you can.”
Caroline swallowed her scream this time, eyes squeezing shut. Lust fueled him. The need to dominate. Beneath it all was a need to pleasure her, though, and that need was slowly suffocating the other two. Jonah’s mouth moved back to her breasts, attuned to her every gasp and struggling breath. She shook hard but didn’t move as he performed his torture, her body turning as tight as a bow under the strain. Her limit drew near, and he didn’t want to break through it yet. Knew it would come with time. When they weren’t both aching to be joined.
This wasn’t the way he wanted her. Not yet. This time, he needed her beneath him, needed every inch of their skin pressed together, breathing with each other.
Jonah reached up and quickly undid her restraints, catching her before she could fall and bringing her down onto the bed slowly. Their mouths fused together in a series of urgent kisses between hands seeking, finding, stroking, rules gone out the window. He urged her toward the headboard before yanking her ankle to stop her progress. Then he slowly licked his way up her body, leaving a damp trail on her inner thighs. He huffed warm breath over her pussy, teasing her by moving higher when her thighs fell open.
“Oh, please…” Her hips came off the bed. “Jonah.”
“Wrap your hands around the headboard and keep them there.” He growled in approval when she complied without hesitation. “It doesn’t matter which room we’re in or where we are, Caroline. You’re going to get it rough every single time because that’s how we both like it. Isn’t that right? You like that pussy punished, baby.”
“Yes.”
Jonah reached into his bedside table for a condom, gritting his teeth as he rolled it down his sensitive length. Her thighs fell open beautifully to receive his first powerful thrust. They moaned against each other’s lips. Braced over her, Jonah couldn’t move for a moment, relief, love, desire overwhelming him as he looked into her green eyes. Mine. My woman.
“This is where you belong, Caroline.” Jonah withdrew, then plunged deep once more. Caroline’s eyes went blind, his name pouring from her lips. “Being taken by your man. I’ll be more than happy to remind you if you forget it for even one second.”
“I won’t forget.”
“Good.” He hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted until her heels dug into the meat of his upper back. “Here’s your first lesson. Girls who need to be reminded who their master is and forget to address him properly get punished. Repeat what I just said.”
“Girls who need to be reminded,” Caroline repeated shakily, crying out as he slammed into her hard, “who their master is get p-punished.”
“You don’t want to forget. Do you, sweetheart?”
“No,” she moaned as Jonah began bucking between her thighs. Caroline’s hands went white-knuckled on the headboard, head thrashing back and forth. “Oh, I’m going to—”
“Yes, God, yes. I’ll be right behind you…as soon as I feel you tighten… Ah, fuck.”
Caroline clenched around his cock, sending Jonah past his breaking point. He yanked her legs higher, pressed down on them with his shoulders, the urge to orgasm while buried deep within her undeniable. Her screams were the single most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, the way her body shuddered beneath him heightening the intensity of his release. Even when the shockwaves passed, he fell onto her, desperate for her mouth, needing something to aid him in coming down from his high.
Her arms banded around him, pulling him closer, mouth moving across his sweat-dampened skin. “Jonah…it’s so much, you know?”
Jonah knew exactly what she meant. The driving need to get closer to her than humanly possible, the fear of not having her…it exceeded his once impossible hopes to know she felt it, too. They’d both tasted what it felt like to be apart when the need to be close was so great. It would take them a while before the unique sense of panic left. He’d work on her every day until she didn’t have a single worry. Then, and only then, he’d tackle his own.
“Not for us, sweetheart.” Slowly, he turned her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips. In one smooth movement, he filled her, savoring her hoarse moan. “Too much is never enough.”
Epilogue
Jonah had actually built Gabby a park.
Caroline still couldn’t quite figure out how he’d managed to keep it a secret from her over the last two months. While the transformation of Preston’s had kept her working far more than Jonah preferred, they shared everything. Except, apparently, a half-a-million-dollars park construction around the corner from where they’d been cohabitating for months. That was Jonah, though. Strong, quiet, and yet brimming with determination. Especially where Caroline and his daughter were concerned.