Page 34 of Driving Him Wild

But, surprising the hell out of me, she nodded. ‘Fine. If you can’t fly, you can’t fly. Let me know as soon as you’re given the all-clear.’

She hung up and, for a moment, I caught a lost expression in her eyes. And then she was back to

glaring at me. ‘So what now?’

A low hum of electricity vibrated through my bloodstream. ‘My cabin is ten miles away. Provided

the dogs cooperate we might beat the storm.’

Wariness crossed her face. ‘And if we don’t? What happens if we get caught in the storm?’

‘We might catch a bit of it, but don’t worry, if we need to stop, I’ll keep you safe.’

Again, a raw expression crossed her face, but it was quickly stifled. ‘If that’s our only option...’

It wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement, but it was enough. I was prepared to risk getting us inside four solid walls rather than braving the elements, no matter how many sparks had flown in our tent.

Before I’d ruined it.

I checked my watch’s GPS tracker to make sure we were headed in the right direction and whistled

at the dogs.

They responded immediately, eager for brisker exercise, and turned east, towards the isolated

cabin I’d been using for the last two weeks. The thought of Graciela in my personal space, alone with me under my roof, heated my blood, hardening my cock despite the possibility that she wouldn’t move from her stance of clearly not wanting anything to do with me.

For a moment, I mourned refusing the blow job she’d offered last night. Bloody hell, how I wish

I’d taken her up on it. Then I wouldn’t be so fucking wound up tight, repeatedly dwelling on how

incredible she had tasted, how snugly my tongue had fitted into her. How much I was dying to hear

those control-wrecking little noises she made when she came.

I’d passed up the chance and I only had myself to blame for my state of raging blue balls.

The storm hit much quicker than I’d anticipated, catching us out a good ten minutes before we

reached the copse of fir trees that signalled the beginning of the woods leading to the cabin. The dogs, sensing the turning weather, strained at the leash, barking excitedly at the thought of being given leave to go even faster. The moment I loosened the reins, they were off.

I checked over my shoulder. ‘Hold tight.’

She nodded stiffly, although I caught a hint of excitement in her eyes as her hand tightened around the iron handlebar in front of the seat. She probably wouldn’t admit it, but she was enjoying this, being at the mercy of the elements. I knew I was.

There was something raw and unfettered about pitting oneself against nature and coming out on top.

It was mostly why I’d chosen my profession.

That and the freedom it gave me once upon a time to immerse myself in something else other than

the turmoil going on at home. Turmoil that had ended up shaping my life.

I relished the icy wind lashing at my cheeks, making my eyes water as the wind picked up speed.

The snow came, thick and furious, falling horizontal with the force of the wind. I checked on Graciela every few minutes, confirming that she was indeed enjoying this by the hint of a grin toying at her lips.

Which stunned me a little.

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