Chapter 284
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Chapter 284:
He pulled her bundled form against his chest, careful to keep his right arm protected. He buried his face in her damp hair.
“You’re going to catch a cold,” Jarrod murmured, his voice rough with suppressed desire, desperately trying to control the beast inside him.
Jarrod tightened his grip on the heavy goose-down comforter. He pulled her snugly against his left side, the thick fabric completely immobilizing her arms against her body as he turned her into a helpless bundle. His right arm remained motionless at his side.
Caroline gasped. He braced her weight against his chest and left shoulder, lifting her with practiced ease as he carried her across the dimly lit room. The sheer physical power of the man was overwhelming, even with only one arm in play.
She wriggled in protest. She demanded he put her down. Her face flushed crimson from the sheer embarrassment of the situation, the heat radiating from her cheeks.
Jarrod ignored her protests entirely. His long, deliberate strides ate up the distance. His jaw was set in a rigid line of absolute control.
He tossed her gently onto the center of the massive king-size bed. The expensive mattress dipped heavily under her bundled weight.
Caroline bounced slightly. She glared up at him from inside her fluffy cocoon. Her indignation was tempered by something softer, the memory of the afternoon in the SUV, her whispered confession, the way he had held her afterward without demanding more. She had called him her controlling jerk, and she had meant it. But she had also meant the kiss that followed.
Jarrod stood at the edge of the bed. His dark eyes swept over her trapped form. A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated deep in his broad chest, a sound of pure male amusement.
He turned around and walked toward her expansive walk-in closet, leaving her momentarily alone in the dim light to catch her breath.
𝘘𝗎𝖺𝗹𝗂𝘵у 𝘵𝗋𝗮n𝘴𝗅a𝗍i𝘰𝗻s 𝘰𝗻 𝗀al𝗻𝗼𝘃е𝘭𝘀.с𝗼𝘮
Caroline struggled half-heartedly. She managed to poke one small hand out of the tight wrapping just as he returned to the bedside.
Jarrod tossed a set of oversized silk pajamas onto the bed with his left hand. His expression returned to a mask of cool, impenetrable control.
He told her she had exactly two minutes to get dressed before he came back. He turned on his heel and walked straight into the master bathroom.
The heavy glass door clicked shut. Shortly after, the sound of the shower running echoed through the quiet bedroom.
Caroline let out a massive sigh of relief. She quickly shed the heavy comforter, scrambling into the cool, smooth silk pajamas as fast as her trembling hands allowed.
She climbed under the sheets and pulled them all the way up to her chin. Her heart was still hammering wildly against her ribs, but it was no longer fear driving it.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Jarrod stepped out wearing only a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants.
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