Page 25 of Driving Him Wild

haggard arousal etched into his face; took in the lowered gaze resting on my breasts. Pulling my lips between my teeth as anticipation blazed through me, I trailed my hand the last scant inches and

gripped his hard length through the layers of clothes.

‘Fuck,’ he breathed.

I bit back a moan of my own, unwilling to admit how much his unguarded reaction pleased me.

Despite the warnings shrieking in my head to slow down, think this through properly, I continued to stroke him, learning his length and girth and glorying in the heat and power of him. After a minute, I leaned closer, brushed my lips against his in a light kiss. ‘Do you feel savoured yet?’

He gave an abrupt shake of his head, his tongue flicking out to taste my lower lip. ‘More. Please.’

I curbed my smile, even as my heart jumped. This was so foolish. Disappointment surely lurked

around the corner. But for the life of me I couldn’t stop touching him.

A harsher wind swept over us, and, despite the insulation of clothes keeping the worst of the chill out, I shivered. Immediately, he unzipped the opening to the tent.

‘Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.’

He held back the flap of the tent, and I went inside.

The large sleeping bag stretched out over a waterproof mattress was more than adequate for one

person. Not two. I turned to comment on the feasibility of our situation.

The raw, ravenous look in his eyes stopped me.

That look became the deciding factor.

He was an adventurer. Used to taking risks and reaping stunning rewards.

Wouldn’t it be a kick to take a leaf out of his book?

I reached for the zip fastening my suit. His gaze dropped to trail the movement, his harsh breathing so insanely sexy, my nipples beaded harder. Within the atmosphere of the closed tent, with double

space heaters warming up the space, arousal bit harder.

‘You want to help me with this?’ I asked, my voice sultry with excitement.

With a firm nod, he stepped forward, taking over my unzipping. ‘It’ll be my pleasure.’

He was way taller than the tent and had bent his head when he stepped inside. Still, my heart

lurched when he dropped to his knees. But his position in no way diminished him. Jensen was

overwhelmingly large, his sheer size making my mouth water as I stared down at him. I dug my arms

out of my outer suit, then held onto his shoulder as he manoeuvred the material down my legs.

I’d just stepped out of them, leaving my thermal all-in-one underneath, when he inhaled sharply.

‘Shit. The aurora.’

I wanted to laugh, weirdly amused by the notion that the phenomenon was enough to distract him

from what we were doing. ‘Is it happening now?’ We’d been in the tent only a handful of minutes.

He shook his head. ‘No, but I don’t want to miss it if it does.’

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