Page 90 of Driving Him Wild

deeper, then drew them out. Held them up in front of his face.

He inhaled long and deep, licked his lips again. But he didn’t move. Didn’t even beseech me with

his eyes. He simply...waited.

Flooring me with his control. Making me want to reward him. ‘Taste.’

The words were barely out of my mouth before he grasped my wrist, wrapped his mouth around my

fingers, drawing deep. The strength of his suction made me flinch. He felt it and immediately eased, his eyes flashing an apology as he glided his tongue over my digits, eagerly lapping up my essence.

His deep grunt of satisfaction trebled my need. Hunger flaring wider, I dropped my other hand

between my legs and slowly fucked myself.

He followed every movement, cock bobbing up and down. A thicker bead welled, then trailed

down the underside of his cock. Veins stood out in hungry relief. I knew he was suffering.

‘Would you like to come with me, Jensen?’

Again, he hesitated a fraction. ‘I would like to fuck you,min elskerinde.It would be a privilege to come inside you. But...’

‘But what?’

Pure torment darkened his eyes. ‘I don’t have a condom.’

‘I feel like we’ve been here before.’

He jerked out a nod.

‘Has anything changed since then?’

His eyes narrowed, a gleam I couldn’t decode lighting the depths. ‘Not sexually for me, no.’

‘Nothing has changed for me, either.’

His gaze swept down, and I got the feeling my answer had pleased him. More than anything I

wanted to know what he was thinking...feeling.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t have the right. Never would.

Best keep this to just sex. Pure, unadulterated sex.

‘If we’re agreed, then what are you waiting for?’

He insisted on taking me home afterwards, dismissing my driver with a few words when we exited

the building. Words that seemed to be the last he was going to utter as we rode through London in

charged silence. Maybe it was the after-sex endorphins zipping through my blood I didn’t want to

deplete by acknowledging the dark, bleak finality racing towards us. Or worse, that Jensen had finally accepted it too.

At my door, he stared down at me for tense seconds, his eyes inscrutable.

I opened my mouth, but words refused to form, thoughts fraying to nothing because there was

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