He scowled, his jaw tightening. “Okay, let’s try another question. Did you eat yesterday?”
“I think I had a bagel, but it might have been the day before. Why?”
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I ought to spank you again.” He took her hand and led her from the office. “Let’s go take care of your animals. After that, you’re going to shower and eat.”
Planting her feet, Jennifer tugged away from his grasp on her hand. “Are you my babysitter now?”
Kaden closed the distance between them and cupped the back of her head, tangling his fingers in the remains of her braids. Lowering his face to hers until their lips were scant centimeters apart, he whispered, “I’d like to be.”
His lips touched hers, warm and soft as he kissed her. No one had ever kissed her so softly, yet she could sense his restraint in his harsh breathing and the way his hand tightened in her hair. He held her still, though she didn’t feel trapped. Nipping her lower lip gently, he encouraged her to open her mouth.
Whimpering quietly, she obeyed. He growled and wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her closer as he pulled her head back to deepen the kiss. Heat swirled through her as he plundered her mouth, exploring the damp cavern with his tongue. His hard arousal prodded her belly, the thick ridge of his cock driving her mad with need.
Yet he pulled away much too soon, loosening his grip on her hair, though he didn’t let her go. She gazed up at him, surprise warring with want as she bit her swollen lip. With a gentle finger, he tugged the pink flesh from her teeth and brushed another soft kiss over her mouth.
“I’m the only one who gets to bite that lip,” he whispered. He let her go and stepped backward. “Give me the keys to your snowmobile. I’ll get my stuff from my car while you’re working.”
“Yes… I mean, okay.” She’d been about a second away from calling him sir. He might have liked it, but Jennifer wasn’t sure she was ready. She barely knew the man, aside from knowing that he turned her on more than anyone she’d ever met. She snatched the keys up from the hook near the door and dropped them into his hand.
“Good girl,” he said. “I expect you to be finished by the time I get back.” He stroked a piece of hair away from her face, and left without another word.
Jennifer collapsed to the couch, one hand over her tumbling belly as Nero yelled at her for disturbing his nap. She shook off the spell Kaden had laid over her with his kisses and got to work, starting with Nero.
The dogs were doing well, and she decided to pull their catheters and let them rest. They might be able to go home the next day. She ended up spending a lot more time in the barn than she intended to, though. The Thoroughbred had managed to roll himself right out of his dressing, but the laceration looked well on its way to healing.
“What happened to the big guy?” Kaden asked from outside the stall.
She jumped in surprise and patted the stallion to soothe him. She hadn’t heard Kaden come in, but she’d been busy tending the horse. “He got tangled in a fence a few days ago. I’m just about finished. Sorry it took me longer than expected.”
“I assume this gentleman kept you?”
“Yeah, he got his bandages loose, and I had to replace them.” She gave the horse another fond pat and held a cookie out on her palm. “He’s a working dressage horse and isn’t used to stall rest.” Chuckling, she scratched his ears. “But if he doesn’t behave himself, he’s going to have a hard time getting back on the show circuit.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Kaden replied, giving her a piercing gaze, though his lips turned up in a smile.
6
“Let’s get you into the shower before we eat,” Kaden said, helping her on with her coat. He considered fussing at her for being outside without it, but realized she wouldn’t have been able to work while wearing her heavy parka. At least she’d worn it for the short walk from the clinic to the barn.
Kaden hadn’t known the woman for a full day, and already knew she thought her own comfort wasn’t as important as the health of the animals left in her care. While he admired the hell out of her, he was going to make sure she got the attention she needed until she tossed him out.
The thought of leaving her didn’t sit well, though. What would happen when he was gone? Would Evan come after her? Would she continue to work herself sick? He wasn’t sure about Evan, but knew the latter was true. Aside from that, he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to kiss her again, and even take things a little further this time. Maybe show her that spankings weren’t always for punishment.
He wanted to introduce Jennifer to his parents, which was the last thing he should want, given how his relationship with Brittany ended. Parental introductions should be for women he had some interest in, yet he couldn’t deny what he felt.
The moon peeked above the trees, gleaming brightly in the late afternoon sky. Though it wasn’t a shooting star, he made a wish anyway.
Wishes don’t always come true, though, and he scowled when he saw a man in a police uniform waiting inside the clinic. He tucked Jennifer under his arm and glared. The wedding ring on the officer’s thick finger just barely kept a possessive growl at bay.
Wriggling free, Jennifer walked forward, her hand outstretched. “Hey, Mike. How did it go with Evan?”
Giving her hand a quick pump, Mike took off his hat. “Well enough, I guess. Chelsea wasn’t hurt, which is good. We gave him a citation for shooting Princess, and he’ll have to appear before a judge, but he’s claiming it was accidental. Chelsea refused to say otherwise.” He shrugged and grimaced. “I’m afraid there isn’t much we can do.”
“Fuck. I guess I’m glad he hasn’t hurt her, but he’s going to and—”
“You and I both know that,” Mike interrupted. “But unfortunately, we can’t do anything until Chelsea decides to let us help her and presses charges.” Turning to Kaden, he said, “I can’t get a tow truck out until the roads are plowed, but I can give you a ride into town if you’re ready to go.”
Kaden wanted to smile at Jennifer’s language. It was so incongruous with her childlike appearance. He wouldn’t chide her for it, though. The word fit the situation. “If Dr. Dane is agreeable, I’m going to hang around.”
Jennifer frowned. “You don’t have to stay here, Kaden. I won’t be offended, and I know you must have better things to do than stay in a vet clinic for Christmas.”
“Nope,” he said, catching her under his arm and kissing the top of her head. “Can’t think of a better place to be.”
“But your family—”
“My parents are in Barbados, and I don’t have anywhere else to go,” he said, turning on the charm. His plans to woo his sweet vet would get swept away if she didn’t agree. “Have a little heart for a veteran down on his luck?”
She snorted out a laugh. “This from a man wearing a silk sweater and driving a Mercedes.” Shaking her head, she added, “Fine, I’m not going to stop you if you want to stay.”
“Hey, I remember you!” Mike suddenly said. “I’m not sure why the name didn’t click for me. You’re the guy who was on CNN for saving all those people in Afghanistan!”
Shifting uncomfortably, Kaden said, “Yeah, I guess. I didn’t think it made the news.” He hoped Mike wouldn’t belabor the issue; he had no desire to rehash those painful memories.
Holding out a hand, Mike said, “It’s an honor to meet you, Captain. Thank you for your service.”
“Thank you,” Kaden replied, taking his hand and giving it a quick shake, thankful he wouldn’t have to discuss his time in the desert.
Glancing at the clock, Mike grimaced. “I need to get back to the station, but I’ve already scheduled the tow truck. If you need a ride back before then, let us know.”
When the door shut behind Mike, Kaden pulled Jennifer back into his arms and picked her up until she was eye level with him. She’d always hated being short, but couldn’t deny the warm feeling of contentment in his strong embrace. She wrapped her arms
around his shoulders, wondering if he was going to kiss her again.
“Time for a shower for you,” he said, walking toward the bathroom.
“Sorry,” she said, suddenly embarrassed. She’d bathed not long before she rescued Kaden from his car, but she’d had a busy day. Wriggling in his arms, she added, “You don’t have to carry me. I know I must stink.”
“You don’t. You smell like strawberries. But I know a shower will make you feel better.” He tightened his grip on her, easily controlling her struggles. “Little girls need warm baths before bed.”
“But I don’t have a bathtub.”
He spanked her once, the quick tap stinging a bit, but not like the last spanking had. It made her belly clench as the nerves in her ass woke up. Maybe he would give her one of the fun spankings she’d read about.
“Smartass,” he said, smiling.
“Are you going to join me?” she asked, leaning forward to kiss him. To her surprise, he dropped her to her feet in the bathroom and tugged at the hem of her scrub top.
“I am, but you’re going to behave yourself and get clean.” He pulled the shirt over her head and made quick work of her bra, his eyes lighting appreciatively as he ran his hands down her ribs to the waistband of her pants. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Nobody had ever said that to her, and she had no idea how to respond. Her face flamed as he knelt and took off her shoes, then slid her pants down over her hips. Her skimpy panties went next and she thanked every God she could think of that she hadn’t worn granny underwear that day.
He undressed, taking much less time than he’d spent on her, then dropped his clothes in a heap. She drooled at the sight of his honed torso and traced a gentle finger down a few scars on his pecs. Leaning forward, she kissed the largest one. The reddened line bisected his chest from his collarbone almost to his navel. Though she wondered what had made it, she didn’t have the nerve to ask.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he helped her step into the shower. He turned the water on, blocking the initial cold blast with his bigger body. When the water warmed, he positioned her under the showerhead, letting it run through her hair as he poured shampoo into his hand.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” he murmured softly.
She obeyed and groaned in delight when he worked the shampoo through her hair, his strong fingers massaging her scalp until she had to brace her hands against the shower wall to hold herself up. “God, that feels wonderful,” she said, whimpering when he rubbed the tight tendons in her neck.
If she’d had any idea how amazing it felt to have someone else wash her hair, she’d have let the hairdresser do it during her sporadic haircuts.
He laughed softly and tugged her under the water to rinse the shampoo away, then massaged conditioner through her wet hair. Grabbing a net scrub, he poured body wash into it, then worked it into a thick lather.
Kaden washed every inch of her, making her feel childlike and indulged. He enticed her, though he seemed to be content to wait until she was clean. Yet with every moment that passed, and every time the ball of net passed over her skin, Jennifer’s need grew until she was panting and her vision clouded with desire.
Instead of using the scrub to wash her intimate parts, he used his soapy hand, the hot, seeking touch making her lose her breath as he stroked her pussy. One curious fingertip brushed across her asshole and she nearly moaned at the spark of pleasure filling her.
Her eyes shut and she whimpered as she grabbed his arm. She pushed herself against his hand, desperate for more. He chuckled softly and pulled his hand away. “Patience, little one,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
Turning her into the spray, he rinsed every trace of soap away, the warm sting of the water doing nothing to soothe her arousal.
She took the scrub from his hand and smiled. “My turn to wash you,” she whispered.
His blue eyes intent as he looked down at her, he let her drag the scrub over his chest. His thick cock bobbed at her, seeming to have a mind of its own as it twitched in response to her touch. She ignored the scarring, though she wanted to kiss every inch of the jagged lines marring his skin.
It would be too intimate, though. Too close to… Something else she didn’t want to explore right then. She had to remember that Kaden wouldn’t be with her forever. The minute the roads cleared, he would be gone. The thought made her unaccountably sad, but she brushed the thought aside. There would be time enough for recriminations and second thoughts after the new year. She resolved to enjoy what she had while she had it and forget everything else, even the fact that he might have a woman waiting for him. He didn’t seem like the type to cheat, but who knew these days?
Jennifer dropped the scrub and poured more body wash into her palm. She didn’t want anything between her skin and his. Stroking him, she washed his arms and turned him to get to his back. She had to stretch to reach his shoulders, but it gave her an excuse to press her body against his.
He growled, the low rumble vibrating through her. She loved that sound. Jennifer nudged his shoulder to turn him around. Dropping to her knees, she washed his muscular legs, watching avidly as his cock bobbled in front of her. Her mouth watered for a taste, but turnabout was fair and she wanted to tease him as much as he’d teased her.
Using both hands, she touched him, the slick soap making his cock slide easily between her palms as she washed him. Though she’d expected another growl, he didn’t make a sound. With some trepidation, she looked up.
Kaden’s jaw was tight, the cords in his neck standing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he quivered as if the only thing holding him back was his own will. Moving away, she let the water rinse him off, then took the succulent head of his cock into her mouth.
7
Jennifer was going to kill him. Kaden was going to die if he didn’t get inside her right this minute, and it took every ounce of his willpower to stop himself from catching her up and pounding into her right there in the shower. Her unsure touch was about the most erotic thing he’d ever felt.
And the sight of her pretty brown eyes staring up at him as she sucked the head of his dick about stopped his heart.
Two things kept him from pushing her against the tile wall with her legs wrapped around his hips. He wasn’t about to have their first time be in a shower, and he didn’t have any condoms close by. He did have an unopened box in his luggage, though.
No, three things, he decided, sweeping her up into his arms before he turned off the water. She was going to come at least a million times before he buried his cock inside her.
“Hey! I wasn’t done yet!” she protested.
“I was.” He set her on her feet and cupped her face in his palms. “If I let you keep going, I was going to be done before things got started.”
Grinning impishly, she said, “I’d have thought you were young enough to have some recovery time.”
He growled and sat down on the toilet seat. She shrieked and giggled as he dragged her over his lap and delivered several gentle spanks to her upturned ass. She wriggled, her wet body slippery enough that she almost escaped.
Delivering a harder spank to the tender crease where her thigh met the generous flesh of her backside, he said, “Behave yourself while you’re over my knee or I’ll keep going,” he warned.
“Promises, promises,” she countered, killing him with her merry smile as she turned to look up at him.
Kaden had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. How had he not known this woman existed? He wanted to go outside and find the deer he’d almost hit just to thank it for making him wreck.
He pulled her up, setting her on his lap with her legs on either side of his hips. She squirmed and pushed against him, the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against his cock until he held her still. “We’re going to dry off and go back to your office, and then I’m going to make you come so hard you speak in tongues,” he muttered, cupping her cheeks in his pa
lms as he stared into her face. “And I’m not going to make love to you until you’re fucking begging for it.”
Jennifer whimpered, scooting closer to him until she could reach his lips. Snaking her hand behind his head, she tugged on his short hair, sinking her fingers into the sparse strands as she kissed him. When he got her to a proper bed, he was going to tie her down, otherwise she’d never learn who was supposed to be in control.
Forgetting about drying them off, he stood, hefting her against him as he carried her into her office. He loved that she was so tiny. She was like a little doll.
But a doll with a mind of her own, and the muscles to back it up. When he dropped her on the couch, she swung out a leg and tripped him, pulling him on top of her to continue their kiss.
“You are such a bad girl,” he murmured, trailing his lips down her throat as he nipped at the tendons in her neck.
“Maybe you’ll have to spank me again,” she replied.
He ignored the aching in his balls and settled to the floor between her knees. Spreading her thighs apart, he leaned down and inhaled the sweet fragrance of strawberries and hot woman. Christ, she smelled good, and he wasn’t about to wait another second to devour her.
The smooth skin of her thighs tempted him to bite, and he set his teeth to her creamy skin, his nibbling kisses making her squeak. He glanced at the faint red marks he’d left in satisfaction as he spread the folds of her pussy with his thumbs.
She tasted even better than she smelled. He lapped up her dripping arousal, growling as he ate her pussy. Her clit peeked out of its hood and he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, working it with his teeth and tongue as he pushed a finger into her clenching channel.
She was so damned tight; he could only imagine what she’d feel like around his cock. He sucked harder on her clit, desperate to make her come all over his face.
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