Page 30 of Driving Him Wild

clothing away, he fused his lips to mine. My hands went to his hair, gathered it in one hand. He gave a rough groan.

I used the pressure to draw him back, revelled in his wild shudder. ‘You like your hair pulled?’

His rabid gaze remained on my mouth. ‘Yes.’

I tightened my fist, applied pressure until his head bowed back, exposing his delicious throat to me.

Unable to resist, I trailed a kiss down one side of his Adam’s apple. ‘What else do you like?’

‘Everything.’

I laughed. ‘That’s too broad a spectrum. I deal in specifics. I’m a woman in a position of power

and responsibility. I have a burden of literal billions in donations on my shoulders. I can’t afford to waver or prevaricate over my decisions.’

His eyelids flickered, but he didn’t lift his gaze. His submissiveness was so ingrained it was

breathtaking. ‘It’s more than that,min elskerinde, and we both know it.’

My heart banged against my ribs. ‘I should punish you for arguing with me.’

‘But you won’t because it’s the truth. Being in control is who you are.’

It was my turn to shudder. But not with arousal. It was his recognition of my true self that threatened to move me. ‘I’m still waiting, Jensen.’

‘I’d very much like to fuck you. But since that’s not on the table, I’d love to make you come again.’

As generous as the offer was, it reeked a little too much of pandering to the desires of the spoilt little rich girl, in the hope of banking brownie points. ‘Why that, Jensen? Why not ask for a blow

job?’ My gaze dropped to the thick outline of his cock, straining about his thermals. ‘I’m sure you could use a little relief?’

He shuddered against my lips, but still he shook his head. ‘The taste of you is...intoxicating. I want more,’ he confessed thickly.

And what the hell...who was I to refuse such a request?

‘Wake up,elskerinde.’

I snuggled deeper into the warm sleeping bag. ‘What...why? Is it morning already?’ It felt as if I’d fallen asleep minutes ago into what had surprisingly been restful sleep.

‘No, it’s not. But the borealis is happening. I don’t think you want to miss it.’

My eyes popped open. ‘Seriously?’

Jensen’s eyes were amused as he nodded. ‘Seriously.’

About to launch myself out of the bag, I remembered I didn’t have a stitch on. The thought of piling on layers of clothes, while necessary, made me grimace.

Silently, he held out my thermal under suit, the jacket he’d given me on the last leg of the sled ride, and a blanket. ‘This should be enough to keep you warm for a short time.’

I reached for the clothes with a grateful smile, something sharp and profound lurching in my chest. I was just his client. A client he didn’t want to freeze to death on his watch. No big deal. Certainly no reason to read any more into this than a mere kindness.

I accepted the items, tugging the leggings of the all-in-one on without bothering with my panties or bra. As I punched my way into the jacket, I noticed that he was already dressed.

‘How long have you been up?’

‘About five minutes. I stepped out to check on the cameras and saw the lights.’

I hurriedly zipped up the jacket and searched for my shoes. Again, he produced them, the laces in

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