Page 68 of Driving Him Wild

‘For how long?’ She glanced out of the window. ‘In case you haven’t noticed, the storm is over.’

‘That doesn’t mean we have to be.’

She inhaled sharply. ‘That wasn’t what we agreed.’

I shrugged. ‘Agreements can change. Nothing is set in stone. The beauty of being adults is that we

can change our minds. What’s to stop us from making a new one?’

A light glinted in her eyes, but a moment later she shook her head. ‘You’re deluded. Or probably

suffering from cabin fever or some such nonsense.’

My gut churned harder. ‘Don’t trivialise my emotions.’

Her face hardened. ‘You’re disappointing me, Jensen.’

‘Am I? Why?’ I dared.

I could tell I’d stumped her. That made me smile. ‘I may be submissive,min elskerinde. But I’m not weak.’

She frowned. ‘I never thought you were.’

‘Are you sure? Were you not hoping to discover some flaw that would make it easier to end this?’

‘Is that what we’re doing right now? Ending this? Because I could’ve sworn you were pushing for

more.’

‘While you’re simply trying to push me away.’

‘Stop it, Jensen. Just...stop.’

‘Is that an order, mistress?’

‘Yes,’ she snarled. ‘It’s an order.’

I moved then, reluctantly walked past her into the kitchen. ‘The coffee is just about ready. Would

you like some?’

I could tell my obedience was throwing her. Heck, this morning wasn’t going quite how she had

expected it to go.

Join the club.

I was feeling pretty damn raw and exposed myself. But what had I expected? In pushing her to

accept a different version of herself, I’d bared my own needs. That I was way too invested in what

was happening in this cabin.

Preparing coffee gave me something to do, and I gleefully ignored the yearnings rampaging through

me as I grabbed the mugs and poured the beverage. Turning, I caught her gaze on the picture above the fireplace.

She presented me with her profile as I handed her the coffee, waves of displeasure emanating from

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