Page 75 of Driving Him Wild

‘I’d like to shower with you. And then I’d very much like to feed you. May I?’ Jensen asked, his

breath brushing my ear.

Normality. Or a semblance of it.

I wanted to kiss him for not making a big thing out of this. Instead, I nodded. ‘Your mistress would like that very much.’

I felt his smile against my jaw as he adjusted me in his arms, then lithely rose from the floor

without dislodging me.

God, that was sexy.

I managed a smile as he raced us up the stairs.

We were both wrung out, didn’t speak as we entered the large shower stall. Jensen washed me

from head to toe, his hands firm, adoring. When he was done, he sank down to his knees, silently

offered the shower gel to me.

I returned the favour, lingering longest in his glorious hair before washing his sculpted, mouth-

watering body. After dressing, we returned downstairs, where I was confronted with my images. For

a panicked moment I wanted to order him to take down the pictures. I could tell he was bracing

himself for it. The words never came. I’d revealed the worst of my secrets to him. What was a picture or six?

When he realised I was going to leave them be, a smile broke out on his face. A smile that made my

heart bang hard again. Dear God, I was in danger of expiring from heart failure if this continued.

And it couldn’t really continue...

As we ate breakfast mostly in silence, that thought solidified. After what he’d been through, Jensen needed someone unbroken. Someone not quite so...flawed. Twisted and riddled with dysfunction.

Someone who didn’t live in torment or trail bitterness and disappointment behind her.

So in a way, I accepted fate’s decision when the unfamiliar sound disturbed the silence. We both

started, Jensen’s gaze narrowing as it swung upward to where the sound emitted from the bedroom.

‘It’s your phone,’ he said, his voice dark and subdued.

My satellite phone. My route out of here.

I hadn’t used it for days, not even to check in with my staff because I’d been wholly enraptured and encapsulated in this delusional bubble we’d created for ourselves. But now, my life was stridently

calling. I ignored the ashen taste in my mouth at the thought of leaving, stood and went up the stairs to retrieve it.

‘Hello?’

‘Miss Mortimer? It’s your pilot. I’ve been given the all-clear to fly. The forecast predicts another storm later today, so this is our only window.’

I heard a noise behind me and turned around.

Jensen stood in the doorway, his piercing gaze pinned on me. For a long stretch, we both remained

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