Page 34 of The Tycoon's Diamond Demand

‘Jens... Jensen...this...you...’ she said, unable to form a complete sentence. Instead of talking, she stood on the tips of her toes to run her tongue along the underside of his jaw, to nibble on the cords of his strong neck.

Frustrated, needing him, she looked up to find his eyes on her face. All the air rushed from her lungs, and she desperately wanted to ask him what he was thinking. How much did he love this? What did he feel for her? Did he need her as she needed him? Was there more between them than a blackmail attempt, heartbreak and desire? She started to ask, then chickened out, knowing that words would only get in the way.

She would let their bodies talk and, at this point, they had a lot to say. She had just one, rather salient point, in her opinion, to verbalise. ‘Jens, if you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to scream from frustration. With volume.’

Jens looked down at her, a dark-haired Viking in complete control of himself and his surroundings. ‘Go for it. Nobody is going to hear you.’

His thumb caressed her nipple, just briefly, before he pulled away. Maja groaned, as loudly as she could.

‘You’re killing me here, Nilsen,’ she told him.

Jens turned away from her and stepped closer to the hot tub, bending to drag his hand through the water. Maja knew this image of Jens, bare-chested, his dark shorts hanging off his hips, looking at her with lust in his eyes, would be one she’d never forget. ‘Take off your panties, Maja,’ he told her.

He’d always taken charge in the bedroom but today there was an extra note of command in his voice. Whether it was an affront to her independence or not, Maja didn’t know and didn’t care. His bossiness in bed turned her on, so she slipped her thumbs under the band of her silk panties and pushed them down her hips. She kicked them away and waited for his next order.

He was a man with a plan, and she couldn’t wait for it to unfold. It was deliciously intoxicating to hand over complete control. Her heart couldn’t pump any faster, her lungs were unable to pull in more air.

Jens nodded to the hot tub. ‘Hop in and sit on the edge of the hot tub.’

Maja took his hand and stepped into the hot, sweet-smelling water, immediately ducking her head under. She popped out, smoothing her wet hair back from her face.

‘You look like a sexy mermaid,’ Jens told her, but didn’t make a move to join her in the tub. But, judging by the action in his trousers, he was paying attention. Alotof attention.

‘One minute,’ Jens told her. He left her sitting on the edge of the tub and walked into the suite. She tipped her face to the fading sun, enjoying the silky air and the still-light night. She heard his footsteps and her eyes widened when she noticed the navy and black cotton scarf he held in his hand. It was one of hers. She’d worn it on her trip to Bergen a couple of days ago. He held it up. ‘Do you trust me, Maja?’

She nodded. Yes, she absolutely did. Jens walked over to where she sat and kissed her shoulder.

Could a person die from being so turned on? Jens tied the scarf around her head, blocking the bright sunlight. ‘Being deprived of your vision heightens all your other senses. Have a sip of wine and tell me if it tastes better with your eyes closed.’

When the glass touched her bottom lip, she placed her hands over his and took a sip, letting the liquid rest on her tongue before swallowing. ‘It’s deeper, mellower.’

‘Does the water splashing the rocks sound louder? Is the night softer?’

Maja tipped her head to the side and nodded. The water swished over a rock and released a slight hiss as it pulled back. Then she heard the rustle of clothes hitting the floor.

Maja didn’t know where Jens was until she felt his wet hands on the tops of her thighs, gently widening her legs. He was in the hot tub in front of her and Maja blushed. ‘No, don’t close your legs, Maja.’ His voice caressed her bare skin, igniting baby fireworks on every inch. ‘You are so very pretty, everywhere.’

Maja gripped the edge of the tub, her head tipped back, feeling uninhibited and free, as wild and untameable as the wild land surrounding them. Time ticked by, as sluggish as the blood moving through her system, as warm and thick as hot molasses. Seconds and minutes held no meaning, all that mattered was Jens’s hands on her legs, what he was about to do to her and then, later, with her.

She could stay here for ever...

Maja jerked as his mouth, a little rough, a lot hot, wildly experienced, covered her sex and she arched her hips.

Maja whipped her head back and forth and Jens pleasured her, first with his lips, and then with his tongue. Then his fingers joined in, and he slid one finger into her, then two. Her orgasm built, a star about to explode, but just as she was about to let go he pulled back, and she thumped his shoulder with her fist.

‘I asked you to trust me, Maja. I promise you I’m going to give you everything, all that you need. And more.’

He repeated the sweet torture, keeping her on the edge of pain-tinged pleasure but then he reached up and ripped the scarf off before his eyes slammed into hers. With his fingers still inside her, and his thumb on her clitoris, he leaned forward and whispered his order against her lips. ‘Let go for me. Now.’

Maja screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, now a shooting star streaking through the Milky Way. Despite the force of her orgasm, she needed more, she still felt incomplete. Slipping off the edge, she moved into the tub, causing warm water to slosh over the side and sending Jens’s wine glass crashing to the deck. Neither of them cared. All that was important was to have him inside her, to ride another star again.

Maja wrapped her legs around his hips and Jens banded his arm around her waist, his mouth seeking hers in a kiss that was one part desperation, three parts fully turned-on male as she rode him.

Watching him, she saw his eyelids fall a little, the muscle in his jaw tense and his mouth flatten. He was holding himself in check, but she wanted him wild and out of control. Maja pushed her hand between them to take him in her hand, her thumb caressing his tip. He groaned and rested his forehead against her collarbone, every muscle in his body rigid.

‘I can’t tell you how much I want you, Maja.’

His voice was barely a whisper, the words dragged up from the depths of his soul. Maja felt powerful, a goddess, ruler of all she saw. This man, and her power over him, made her feel invincible.

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