Page 45 of Driving Him Wild

‘It can be whatever you want it to be.’

She circled me once and then stopped in front of me. ‘This man bun thing you’ve got going on.

What’s that all about?’

I managed a smile despite the strain in my groin. ‘A six-month assignment in the Amazon. Barber

shops were a little thin on the ground there. I’ve grown rather attached to it. Plus it keeps me warm in the cold.’

‘Hmm, I’m getting rather attached myself. You’re not allowed to cut it while we’re here. Is that

understood?’

‘Yes,min elskerinde.’

‘Is that Danish? I don’t know what it means but I’d prefer you call me mistress when you address

me.’

My smile widened. ‘I already do.’ I hesitated for a moment and added,‘Min elskerinde.’

She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. ‘That’s what it means?’ Mild shock echoed in her voice.

‘Yes.’

Her eyes narrowed. ‘You started calling me that last night.’

It wasn’t a question, so I let my gaze speak for me.

‘Jensen?’ she pressed.

‘I wanted you like this before our encounter in the tent. But you knew that already.’

‘So you started calling me your mistress even before this thing was established between us? Do

you know how dangerous that is? Some woman out there could take advantage of it.’

My heart lurched. She sounded almost protective so I didn’t tell her I’d sworn off entanglements

before I met her. That no other woman would be given the leeway I was giving her. ‘Does that

displease you?’

Several emotions flitted across the face, but eventually she shook her head. ‘People are far too

predictable, but you’re not one of them.’

A layer of tension eased out of me. ‘Is that a compliment,min elskerinde?’

‘You can take it however you want to,’ she answered with a wispy smile, then slowly her face

grew tight, controlled arousal settling over her. ‘Undress me, Jensen.’

I didn’t even care a little bit that my hands shook as I caught the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head.

She was lovely. She had on a new set of underwear, a deep night-blue that accentuated the

smoothness of her skin and the luscious globes of her breasts. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, heavy and gorgeous, tantalisingly close to my hungry lips. I resisted the urge to pull one pink tip into my mouth, instead concentrating on removing her leggings. Unlike last night, she didn’t touch me to steady herself, exercising control that only made me harder.

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