Page 86 of Driving Him Wild

three hundred photos for the first coffee-table book. He reached for the last set of photos at the same time I did. I jumped back, the electrifying effect of his touch lighting through me.

His face froze over and he reached for his jacket. ‘It’s getting late. I need to be somewhere else.’

‘Where?’ I asked before I could stop myself.

He shrugged. ‘I have a prior engagement.’

A vice clamped around my heart. Was it business or pleasure? Was he seeing someone else? So

soon?

What right did I have to be distressed by it? I’d pushed him away. Still, the thought of him leaving strangled my insides. ‘We’re not done here.’

He paused, raised a mocking eyebrow at me. ‘Aren’t we?’

‘We have an executive chef in the building. I can order something for us to eat while we finish up

here.’

If anything, his expression grew more remote. ‘You sure you want to risk indigestion by spending

more time with me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll want to getpersonalagain?’

‘It’s a professional courtesy, Jensen. That’s all.’

His smile lacked any trace of warmth as he leaned forward, right into my personal space. And,

God, he smelled so good, looked so mouth-watering, I wanted to leap across the gap between us,

press myself against him and never let go.

‘What makes you think I’ll play by your rules of professional courtesy?’ he rasped.

Because he brimmed with integrity. Because not a single time during our cabin seclusion had I had

reason to call his character into question, the way I did so many people in my life. ‘Because I know I can take you at your word.’

He hissed in a breath. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Graciela? I won’t let you toy with me.’

My heart kicked hard. ‘I’m not—’

‘Did you decide some time in the past week that you weren’t quite done with me as you purported

to be? That perhaps I’m good for one last fuck, maybe two?’

Until I witnessed it for myself, I would’ve deemed it impossible but Jensen’s gaze was both

sizzling and frigid as it swept over me, lingered on my face, my breasts, my hips and legs before

returning. He wasn’t bothering to hide his hunger and each look triggered, until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

When I stepped back, he followed. I didn’t order him away, couldn’t even get my tongue to work,

the electricity zapping through me freezing my vocal cords.

My hip bumped the table, halting my momentum.

Slowly, he raised his hand, brushed the pulse leaping at my throat with his knuckles. My nipples

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