Page 24 of Driving Him Wild

One corner of his mouth tilted in a sexy little smile that jerked the strings attaching my brain to my pussy. ‘Better that than being downed like a shot and forgotten about.’

‘That’s what you’re worried about? That you’ll be forgettable to someone?’

A shadow cast over his features, indicating I’d hit near enough to a bullseye. The urge to probe

deeper surged through me. But then his gaze dropped, to rest somewhere near my throat, possibly at

the frantic pulse beating there. Or, as I suspected, the submissive nature screaming out to me was

rising, despite his attempt to ignore it. Need flared again, intensifying with each second.

‘What if I am?’ he murmured.

Unable to resist, I raised my hand, brought it close without touching his taut jaw. ‘False modesty

doesn’t become you. You’re as far from unforgettable as it’s possible to get and I’m pretty sure you know that.’

He smiled, but the shadows remained in his eyes. And because I’d exhausted the willpower to

remain this close to him without touching him, I ignored every last reservation, leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

He tensed for a frozen moment, and then his lips were clinging to mine, opening up beneath the

pressure of my kiss, a grunt escaping his throat as he leaned down, granting me access to better

explore him.

He was delicious. Heady, in a way that made my senses swim even before I’d taken my next breath.

I swept my tongue over his slightly parted lips, and he groaned, pressed closer, wanting more. That fierce connection, that need to have my instincts satisfied, drove me to kiss him deeper, start an erotic dance with him.

Gloriously, he followed, met me stroke for stroke, intensifying the kiss. His teeth nipped, nibbling and tasting. My clit swelled, need building till the slickness dampened my panties.

Through it all, Jensen held his hands at his sides, adding another degree of certainty to my instincts that when it came to all things sensual and sexual, Jensen Scott would truly submit, wouldn’t proceed without express permission.

Mypermission. Mydomination.

My heart and senses raced at the thought, saturating me with a sense of promise until I swayed

under the strength of it. But it was short-lived, my spirits deflating. In less than twenty-four hours, the real world would beckon, and with it the knowledge that nothing this good ever withstood the

pressures of a Mortimer life.

If we were really going to do this, all I had was this one night to savour him as I’d loftily offered.

I’d warned him about believing everything he read in the paper. Was I really about to embark on a

one-night stand, my very first with a mysterious but intriguing man I’d only just met?

Why not? If that’s what we both want?

But was it?

I trailed my hand over his jaw, neck and down a chest ridged with his rock-hard muscles. He

jerked, reacting to me despite the layers of clothes between us. Insanely thrilled by his response, I took my time with him, fingers lingering as I headed south.

I disengaged from the kiss just before I reached his belt. I watched him, absorbed the almost

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