Page 26 of Driving Him Wild

Even as he sprang into action, his gaze locked on my body, eyes heating up as it lingered on the

twin diamond-hard points of my nipples, brazenly outlined in the thermal suit. After a thick swallow, he veered away, his movements graceful yet efficient as he dug through his equipment, took out three powerful-looking cameras and tripods and then swiftly exited the tent.

Minutes passed as he set up the cameras outside the tent. Then he was back, sealing the flap closed behind him. Need clamoured through me. Impatient to be naked, to feel his hard body and hands upon

mine, I swivelled away from him, exposed my nape where the zip of my thermal suit rested.

Eagerly, he went back to work, his expert fingers lowering another zip, this one exposing my naked

back to him. His sharp intake of breath made me smile, eroding a few more layers of doubt.

Jensen’s reaction gratified, salved a wound I didn’t want to admit needed soothing and I revelled in the warm hands that undressed me, pleasure gliding through me as I looked at him over my shoulder,

watched his eyes linger on my behind, where my thong dissected the globes of my ass.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he breathed, his hands shaking as they trailed up my legs, pressing into my

calves on the way to wrapping around my hips. He leaned forward, pressed his face into the gap

between my legs, shamelessly breathing me in before letting out a thick groan. ‘And you smell

amazing,min elskerinde.’

The foreign words were almost whispered against my skin, under his breath. I wanted to ask what

they meant, but he was nipping at my flesh, using his teeth to wreak havoc.

Doing things I hadn’t quite given him permission for.

I twisted in his hold, braced my hands on his shoulders. ‘You’ve seen me. Now I get to see you.

Undress.’

His hands reluctantly left my body, pulled at the fasteners securing the neck of his snow suit, but his movements were slow. Perhaps because his lust-dark eyes were fixed on my breasts, still encased in

the burgundy bra that matched my panties. Lingerie was an expensive weakness of mine.

It was partly why I’d kept in touch with Bryce’s childhood friend and now girlfriend Savannah

Knight, and ordered a new selection from each of her Voluptuoso lingerie collections the moment it

hit the stores.

Perhaps lace and silk that barely covered my intimate parts were impractical for sub-zero weather

temperatures, but it was a decadence I didn’t feel bad about indulging.

Judging from Jensen’s reaction, it was well worth it.

‘Hurry up, or I might change my mind about all of this.’

He attacked his zip without taking his eyes off me, hissing when it went over his engorged cock. He wore the same thermal under gear as I did, but in a blinding white two-piece trousers and long-sleeved T-shirt combo to my black one-piece. I was sure there were some Freudian connotations in

our colour preferences but all I could absorb in that moment was the way the material moulded his

sculpted shoulders and chest, the way it outlined his mouth-watering abs. With each movement as he

shrugged out of the garment, I was exposed to even more of Jensen Scott’s perfection.

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