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them together instead of speaking. Finally she walked her fingers up his arm and paused at his shoulder. “Will I be doing any more screaming?”
    He removed the band binding her hair. Using both hands, he ran his fingers through her deep brown tresses, spreading her hair around her shoulders where it fell in soft waves. “Screaming. Begging. If you’re a very good girl, some sobbing.”
    Her eyes flared wider. He recognized her struggle to reconcile her need to be perceived as a capable, independent woman with her need to surrender. Kaelen played with her hair, loving the silky feel as it slid through his fingers, and he gave her the time to wage her war. He wanted her. He yearned to let loose his inner alpha male, but he needed her to want that from him.
    At last she lowered her gaze. “What happens here stays here.”
    If that was what it took, he'd agree. Of course, he’d use all the insights he gained today when he began his quest to win her heart. That would have to wait until they got back to school, though, because he wasn’t going to do anything to interrupt their fantasy day. “Yep.”
    She gripped the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head. It was a swift movement, not slow enough to tease or so fast that he suspected nerves. The stony look on her face hid her exact emotions, but it clued him in to her discomfort.
    For the longest time, he just looked. She was as beautiful as he imagined. Her legs were short but pleasing. Heart-shaped hips curved up, dipping in at her waist. Her perky breasts were small. They fit her size perfectly. If he spanned his hand across her chest, he would be able to just barely grip them both. She was a handful in more ways than one.
    Thin, pale scars circled both nipples where the pink areola met creamy skin, barely visible at all. He estimated that in a year or two, they would disappear completely. He longed to ask about them, but he knew this wasn’t the time. At least he understood her stony expression.
    He slid his fingers along her cheek until he cupped it in his palm. Because she was so much shorter than he, he didn’t have to do more than lean forward to brush his lips against hers. He wanted to kiss her slowly, tell her without words that he could handle whatever secrets she hid.
    But he was unprepared for the electricity that jumped between them, singeing him to the core. A loud moan rumbled from deep in his chest, filling the room. Her hand shot out and tangled in his hair, and her lips parted to let him deeper.
    He drowned in that first kiss, chasing wave after wave of sweet bliss until he forgot how to breathe. She broke away and collapsed against him. Short bursts of her hot breath fanned his skin, and her breasts heaved, brushing against his chest.
    “Damn. You’re good at that too.”
    She sounded too disappointed for his ego to stand many more of her compliments. He stood, dumping her to the floor. She scrambled to her feet and turned her fiery glare on him.
    “Take your shoes off and bend over the desk. You definitely didn’t learn your lesson.” If he knew his little firecracker as well as he thought he did, she wouldn’t want him to treat her any differently just because he’d seen a few puzzling scars.
    Her eyes flashed, but he read the relief behind them. She lifted her chin, jutting it at him as she kicked off her shoes. “You’re not man enough to teach me a lesson.”
    He couldn’t stop half of his mouth from forming a smile. Yes, he definitely preferred this undiluted attitude. Without a word, he gripped her by the back of the neck and forced her to bend over the desk. Her luscious ass bore no traces of the spanking he had so recently delivered. Obviously he had gone too easy on her.
    He needed something that would deliver more bite than his hand. Being more into role-playing than BDSM, he hadn’t asked to have paddles or other implements meant to please a masochist, and he never wore a belt. The desk had been equipped with a phone,