Page 29 of Driving Him Wild

between his lips. Expertly, he rolled the hard nub between his teeth, nipping and sucking until my

back arched clear off the sleeping bag. He showered attention on the twin peak, then utilised his hot and skilful mouth on a trail south.

Jensen didn’t tease and titillate his way into a slow build-up. He wanted to devour me, and that

was exactly what he did.

With a full-on, dirty French kiss, he launched a spine-melting assault on my sex, tasting and licking with unashamed pleasure that made me gasp in shock.

‘You taste so good,’ he growled, his gaze rising to clash with mine for a second before it dropped

to my sex. Minutes ticked by, the only sound in the tent the decadent acoustics of wet, aroused flesh and pleasured moans.

Then his fingers parted me wider, exposing my engorged clit to the wicked assault of his tongue.

Pleasure piled high, drawing wild tremors through me. Like a freight train, my climax bore down on

me. Relishing the added friction of his stubble against my thighs, I gathered the long strands of his hair in one hand, the other cupping my breast to squeeze a nipple as I prepared to surrender to rabid lust.

It arrived in flashes of wild lightning, jerking my hips in hard spasms. Jensen’s hand slipped

beneath me, effortlessly holding me up as he continued to taste my climax. When it all grew too much, I tightened my grip in his hair.

With endearing reluctance, he diverted his attention from between my legs, dropped kisses down

the length of my inner thighs before prowling his way up my body.

The decadent kiss tasted of my musky satisfaction. Eventually, he drew away, and I saw the

building tension on his face.

I forced myself not to tense in response, despite the less than euphoric sensation moving through my stomach at the thought that he already regretted what had happened. ‘If you’re annoyed by the lack of

accolades, I’d say give me a chance to catch my breath, then I’ll—’

A sharp shake of his head halted my words. ‘It’s nothing like that.’

‘Okay.’ I waited.

His gaze rushed over me, as if he couldn’t help himself. And call me vain, but it eased my tension a little.

‘I’m not sure how far you want this to go...’ he paused, jaw gritted, as if he didn’t want to say the words ‘...but I don’t have a condom.’

I froze, mildly stunned that the need for protection hadn’t occurred to me. While I was on the Pill, and fairly certain pregnancy wouldn’t be an issue, I’d nevernotused the extra layer of protection.

The last thing I needed with my various issues was to add a baby to the mix. Or a different type of health issue.

In a way, this was the perfect get-out clause. A moment of reprieve to rethink this insanity before it got out of hand.

So why was I reaching for him, bunching my fist into the front of his thermal T-shirt to pull him

closer? ‘I’m sure we can find middle ground that works for both of us. Take this off, please. And kiss me again,’ I said, reclaiming my true nature now the first hazy orgasm was out of the way.

He pulled the T-shirt over his head, and I barely managed to stop from gaping. He was glorious, a

perfect synergy of sleek musculature and light golden skin.

I wanted to touch him, but he had other ideas. As per my instruction, the moment he tossed the

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