Page 38 of Driving Him Wild

Don’t tell me you’re going to take the sofa. It’s barely long enough to accommodate me, never mind

you.’ She waved a hand at me.

I shrugged again. ‘There’s an air mattress around here somewhere. Or I can use the sleeping bag.

I’ll be fine.’

She didn’t answer, but her gaze swung to the bed and she approached it. A smile playing over full,

sensual lips, she sat down and dragged her fingers over the comforter. I bit back a groan, locked my knees as a punch of lust knocked the breath out of me. I wanted those fingers on my body, caressing me.

Before things got out of control, I waved at the door. ‘You want to continue the tour?’

‘It’s more or less a two-room cabin, isn’t it?’

‘Yep. The bathroom’s next door, and I have a darkroom downstairs next to the pantry, but yes, that’s about it.’

Her eyes stayed on mine. ‘That’s all I need to know, thanks.’

‘Okay.’ I turned towards the door.

Her voice, firm, sexy, minus the icy disdain, stopped me. ‘Jensen?’

I looked over my shoulder. ‘Yes?’

‘Apology accepted.’

Another knot unravelled inside me, disconcerting me as much as the smile that took me by surprise.

I wasn’t going to examine either right now. ‘Great,’ I said. ‘Coffee will be ready in five minutes.’

Before I did something else insane, like beg her for another kiss, I hurried down the stairs and

crossed the living room into the kitchen. I busied myself measuring coffee beans into the coffee-maker

—another perk I’d allowed myself—while ignoring the noises from the bathroom and thoughts of a

wet, naked Graciela. The coffee was brewing when I heard her footsteps behind me. I turned, unable

to help myself.

My breath flattened in my lungs.

Dammit. She was fucking gorgeous.

Black leggings showcased long, shapely legs and feminine hips. Above that, a waist-skimming grey

cashmere sweater, designed in a wide-necked sexy way to reveal one shoulder, left a creamy expanse

of flesh I couldn’t help but devour with my eyes as she moved towards me. ‘Why the bedroom

upstairs?’

‘What?’ I forced my brain to track.

‘Why not attach a bedroom to the living room downstairs?’ she elaborated.

‘To conserve space. The initial plan was to make it one big room, get a big sofa that converts to a bed to use when I needed it, but I realised I’d need to make room for a bathroom down here too. I

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