Page 106 of Driving Him Wild

I carefully scraped the sharp edge beneath his firm jaw, the sandpapery rasp curiously making me

wetter. ‘It’s been a crazy couple of months. But I think we have a little time now?’

He snorted. ‘By a little time, you mean you plan on being fashionably late to your launch party?’

I couldn’t hold back my grin. Hell, I’d been smiling so much lately, I was surprised my face hadn’t fallen off from the well of happiness growing inside me.

My life had changed in the space of a few weeks.

First, Jensen and I accepted Gideon’s invitation and joined him and Leonie on the family yacht in

the south of France a few days into the new year. My apprehension melted away within minutes when

my hitherto fearsome and formidable brother greeted me with a wide smile and swept me off my feet

into a bear hug. The second surprise, in the form of Bryce and Savvie stepping onto the deck, was

equally heart-warming, starting what had become the best family time I could remember. That they

were coming to the party tonight filled me with warmth I wouldn’t have believed possible a short

time ago. My heart swelled as I acknowledged that it all had to do with the man beneath me.

‘Don’t change the subject,’ I said, projecting sternness into my voice.

‘I wouldn’t dare. Not when you’ve literally got me by the throat and cock,’ he joked, but he

swallowed hard nonetheless, a fine tremor shivering through his body as I slowly rolled my hips.

‘Christ,’ he swore thickly under his breath.

‘The whales, Jensen.’

‘What do you want to know,mit hjerte?’

My heart.I loved the Danish endearments that fell so effortlessly from Jensen’s lips because I knew the wealth of emotion behind them.

‘Everything. Start from the beginning. Did you know they were going to be there?’ I finished with

his left side and angled my body to his right.

The movement dragged my inner heat over his length and he gave a deep groan. Then took a

shuddering breath. ‘I wasn’t going to shoot any underwater stuff that day. We were in Tonga to film the active volcano. I spotted a couple of whales on my morning swim, grabbed a few of my guys and

headed out on the boat for a closer look.’ He stopped. I paused, overawed by the transcendent look on his face. ‘There were dozens of them, just...frolicking. Mothers with newborns. Older ones. I couldn’t get into my scuba gear fast enough.’

I smiled. ‘Tell me about that picture.’ The one that had made him famous. The iconic one everyone

raved about when they spoke about Jensen Scott.

His throat moved as he swallowed again. ‘Until very recently, it was the most profound thing to

happen to me.’

‘Tell me how it felt. In that moment. Were you terrified?’

‘The smallest was easily the size of a bus so, yes, I was plenty terrified going into the water.

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