Chapter 57
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Chapter 57:
Caroline sat rigidly on the edge of the leather seat. She placed her hands flat on her knees, trying to stop them from trembling.
The silence dragged on, stretching her nerves to the breaking point.
“Jarrod,” Caroline whispered. Her voice shook.
The use of his first name, spoken with such raw terror, dropped into the quiet car like a live grenade.
In the darkness, Jarrod’s breathing suddenly hitched.
He didn’t lunge, but he leaned toward her with astonishing speed, the overwhelming pressure of his large frame instantly filling all the space around her. The movement was calculated to favor his injured right shoulder.
Caroline gasped and scrambled backward. Her spine slammed hard against the cold, bulletproof glass of the window.
𝘘𝘶a𝘭𝗶𝘁y 𝘵r𝘢𝗇𝘀𝗅а𝗍i𝘰n𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝘢𝗅ո𝗈𝘷е𝘭s.𝗰𝗼𝗺
His large left hand shot out like an iron vise. His long fingers clamped around her jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against her cheekbone. He forced her head up.
The faint glow of a distant streetlight caught his eyes. They were a stormy, violent gray, burning with pure, unadulterated fury.
“Who was he?” Jarrod demanded. His voice was a low, vibrating growl that rattled against her ribs. “Who was the man trying to undress you on the street?”
Caroline winced as his fingers dug slightly into her skin.
“He wasn’t trying to undress me,” she argued, her chest heaving. “He’s an attending physician from my old hospital. He was just offering me his coat.”
Jarrod let out a dark, mocking laugh. His thumb roughly stroked the corner of her bottom lip.
“I am not blind, Caroline,” Jarrod hissed. “I saw the way he looked at you. He wanted to put his hands on you.”
“I stepped away!” Caroline shot back, a surge of defensive anger rising in her throat. “I ran three blocks barefoot in the freezing cold just so you wouldn’t cause a scene! I did exactly what you wanted!”
Her defiance didn’t cool his anger. It poured gasoline on it.
“Shut up,” Jarrod growled.
He lowered his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was a brutal, punishing claiming.
Jarrod forced her lips apart, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a desperate, greedy heat. He swallowed her gasp, devouring the taste of her.
Caroline’s eyes went wide. She raised her hands, pressing them flat against his rock-hard chest to push him away.
Jarrod didn’t even flinch. Relying entirely on his uninjured side, he shifted his weight, using his powerful left arm to seamlessly sweep her hands down and pin both of her wrists firmly against the leather seat behind her back.
He pressed his body flush against hers. The sheer heat radiating from his muscles melted through her thin scrubs.
Caroline’s resistance shattered. The overwhelming surge of adrenaline and pure male dominance short-circuited her brain. Her body went completely limp against the window.
Jarrod finally pulled back a single inch.
They were both breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling against each other.
Jarrod stared at her wet, swollen lips. His eyes were completely black in the shadows.
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