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Hers matched his, and Maja knew there was a good possibility of them setting this room on fire, possibly even the boat. She pushed her hand up and under Jens’s shirt, needing her hands on his bare skin. His back was a series of dips and hollows, smooth skin over hard muscle.

Jens pulled back to grab a fistful of material behind his neck. He yanked the fabric and his shirt slid over his head. Instead of returning to the bed to kiss her, he stood up and Maja leaned back on her elbows, her eyes sweeping over his broad chest, taking in his toned abs and lean hips. A trail of dark hair snaked into his trousers and the moisture in her mouth disappeared when he pushed his trousers and underwear down. He was better than a fantasy, real and hot andhere. Jens sent her a crooked smile.

‘Like what you see?’ he asked, his tone low and harsh.

She did. ‘Very much so,’ she assured him. ‘I like the older version of you as much as I did the younger.’

He reached for the band of her trousers and his hot fingers slid between the material and the bare skin of her stomach and Maja gasped. Sogood. Impatient, she batted his hands away and flipped open the clasp and pushed her trousers down her hips, sighing when Jens pulled the fabric down her thighs with a sharp jerk. He took in her tiny panties and dragged his finger down her stomach and over her lace-covered mound. He pulled aside the fabric to look at her, his expression pure appreciation. ‘You are so very beautiful, Maja, every inch of you.’

Jens dropped to his knees on the floor between her legs and Maja sucked in a deep breath. He couldn’t be, no, he wasn’t going to...but then he did, and his hot mouth was on her, seeking, probing, lifting her...higher, higher.

This was such an intimate expression of desire and Maja never allowed her other lovers the intimacy of this act. Only Jens knew how to kiss her, to love her this way, and it was a memory of him she never wanted to be tainted. Maja pushed her fingers into his hair, her breath coming in short, rapid fits and starts. She loved this, loved the combination of his fingers and mouth, his slick tongue and clever lips, but, for their first time after so long, she wanted more.

She needed him inside her, filling all those places where he fitted best, rocking her up and over. She needed to hear his ragged breath and him calling her name as he came.

Sitting up, she gripped his shoulders and when he looked up at her, she stroked the tip of her finger over his forehead. ‘I want you inside me, Jens. This first time after so long...’

He didn’t need any further explanation, he simply rolled to his feet in a fluid motion and placed his hands on either side of her head, lowering his body to connect with hers. Maja’s knees opened and he settled himself between her legs, hot and hard and masculine. He gripped her thigh and pulled it up and over his hip, as his erection probed her slick entrance. The sound of their breathing, hers rapid and his harsh, filled the cabin, and the air around them heated. Maja, bombarded with sensation, closed her eyes.

‘No, look at me as I take you,’ Jens commanded her, and her eyes flew open. He looked like the man he was, demanding and rugged, less smooth than he normally was. She liked him wild and untamed. A little unhinged. She loved that she could make him feel that way.

He balanced himself on one hand, his other still on her thigh as he slowly, too slowly, slid inside her. This...him...was what she needed, what she’d been missing. Jens pushed inside her and rocked his hips and a million torches ignited deep inside her, spreading heat and light into her. Maja lifted her hips, rocked against him and felt a ripple of tension course through him. He was barely holding on and she liked—loved!—that she could make this hard man burn for her.

Jens moved his hand from her hip under her butt and lifted her into him, and Maja tilted her hips, gasping when his shaft rubbed against a spot deep inside her, causing her to shudder. She rocketed up, unable to stop the tide of light and colour and sensation.

She shivered with anticipation and then she fell, tumbling and twisting in a maelstrom of light. She heard Jens calling her name, urging her on, but his words came from far away and she vaguely felt him tense, before releasing deep inside her.

As she floated down, Maja drifted her hand down his back, not able to breathe but deciding it didn’t matter. She’d missed his weight on top of her, his strong body covering hers, his deep voice urging her to take more, telling her how much he craved her, how sexy she was.

He was the best lover she’d ever had, the only one she’d ever lost control with. The only one she wanted.

Making love, and giving each other pleasure, were something they truly excelled at, and when they conversed without words there were never any misunderstandings. But their mouths, their pride and their past got them into trouble.

But for now, in the warm cabin, listening to the slap of water against the hull, his body heavy on hers...this felt good. More frightening, it felt right. As if he was the only man who was supposed to be in her bed. And in her life.

This wasn’t how she should feel about a man who was blackmailing him into marrying her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

THEYMADEITback to the honeymoon suite at the Hotel Daniel-Jean late the next day, sleep deprived and buzzy from making love. They both needed rest and when Jens requested the room for another night, the hotel manager quickly agreed. After some heady kissing and heavy petting in the shower, they stumbled to the bed around six and instantly fell asleep, with Maja’s head on Jens’s shoulder, and half her body lying on his.

When she woke, Maja decided it was the best sleep she’d had in a decade. She was also ravenous. Maja gently lifted Jens’s watch, saw that it was nearly eleven and considered closing her eyes again. She was about to when Jens rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs. After a long, deep kiss her thighs dropped open and Jens entered her, as slow and as soft as a lazy spring morning. He brushed her hair back from her face and watched her as he moved his hips, his fjord-blue eyes clocking her every gasp, sigh, and smile.

Once or twice he seemed to be on the verge of releasing an endearment or allowing soft words to fall onto her skin, but at the last moment, he hauled them back. But his body spoke to hers in sexy and sinful ways. Then Jens slid his hand between their bodies and found her hot button, causing her to shudder, then shake and she forgot everything else. She crested, and he followed moments later with a harsh groan.

After they cleaned up and pulled on the soft cotton robes the hotel provided, Maja walked onto the private balcony and sat down on the comfortable wooden bench swing, tucking her feet up under her bottom. Inside, she heard Jens talking to the waiter delivering their late supper and a bottle of wine.

Ten minutes later, Jens walked onto the deck and handed her a glass of wine and sat the bottle on the pretty wrought-iron table.

‘There’s a steak ceviche, lobster tails and a green salad inside. I also orderedtilslørte bondepiker.’

The dessert—whipped cream, apple sauce, and breadcrumbs roasted in sugar—was one of her favourite treats.

He sat down next to her and, using one foot, rocked the bench. After tucking a pillow behind his head, he released a satisfied sigh. She wondered if he’d bring up the subject of the wedding and this venue and was glad when he didn’t. She wasn’t ready to confront reality. She’d liked the bubble they’d been occupying the last thirty-six hours and didn’t want it to be popped...not just yet.

On the table, Jens’s phone buzzed, and he used voice activation to answer it. He pulled Maja’s thigh over his and curled his hand around her knee. He spoke in Norwegian, and when she heard a gravelly voice return his greeting, she instantly recognised the voice of the captain of theDaydreamer.

‘Captain Sig, I’m not sure if I’m going to do a proper inspection of the yacht in the morning,’ Jens told him.

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