Page 87 of Driving Him Wild

immediately puckered and I bit back a moan.

He tossed his jacket away, and captured my wrist. Holding my hand within his, he turned my wrist,

his gaze on the fingers he was running over my racing pulse. ‘So tell me, did you miss me,min

elskerinde?’

I gasped, my senses cartwheeling at hearing those two words fall from his lips even while I was

searingly aware I was foolish to open my heart up to it. ‘Don’t call me that,’ I forced out. I wasn’t worthy, not if I couldn’t be what he wanted me to be. Open. Wearing my pain on my sleeve.

Vulnerable to seismic emotions that would eventually consume me whole.

He exhaled long and deep. ‘Why not? You’re my mistress, whether you want to acknowledge it or

not.’ His gaze still downcast, he raised my hand and placed an open-mouthed kiss on my wrist.

I sucked in a sharp breath, arousal lighting through me as he slowly tasted my skin.

‘Staying in the cabin without you was fucking hell,’ he confessed roughly. ‘For the first time since I built it, I couldn’t wait to leave. Return to London.’

Something deep, profound, moved through me. ‘Jensen,’ I attempted again, my heart hammering

hard.

‘I’ll stop calling youmin elskerindeif that’s what you truly want. After today, you don’t need to hear it again, anyway, right?’

I didn’t pull away. I loved what he was doing so much more than the bleakness that awaited me

once I ended this.

He trailed erotic kisses down my arm, drawing closer with every caress.

Something cracked open inside me, letting a flood of hope and desperate craving rush in.

‘Not going to answer?’ he mocked as he bit the sensitive skin. ‘I’m afraid I’ll need an answer to my next question, though.’

I cleared my throat, forced my voice to work. ‘What question?’

Glacier-coloured eyes met mine, blazing lust and censure fighting for supremacy. ‘Despite the

bullshit we’re rolling in, I want you. Fucking badly. So may I have you one last time,min

elskerinde?’

I should’ve said no, of course. Should have snatched my arm away, shown him the door, tossed

whatever temptation he was dangling out with him. But of course, I didn’t. Because this was Jensen.

Gorgeous. Wickedly talented. Pure sex on two legs. As close to a perfect sub as my jaded heart and

broken spirit could appreciate.

So I cupped his jaw, caressed my fingers over his nape before sliding them into his hair.

My fist tightened around a handful of glorious hair.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut as a hot shudder shook his towering frame. His hands stayed at his sides, his breath panting as he waited for my next move.

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