Within a minute he was back, tall and mouth-watering, in front of me. But the past remained a hard reminder, a harsh voice that said I couldn’t even explore, out here in the middle of nowhere, without further risking the last of my emotional reserves.
But does it have to be that heavy? You could just no-strings fuck him.
Temptation slithered inside, quickening as my gaze dropped to his sensual lips, slowly parted as he stared at me. The air thickened between us, his eyes darkening with every second that ticked away.
‘Careful there, Jensen,’ I murmured. ‘Or I’ll think you want me to truly savour you.’
One corner of his mouth tilted in a sexy little smile that jerked the strings attaching my brain to my pussy. ‘Better that than being downed like a shot and forgotten about.’
‘That’s what you’re worried about? That you’ll be forgettable to someone?’
A shadow cast over his features, indicating I’d hit near enough to a bullseye. The urge to probe deeper surged through me. But then his gaze dropped, to rest somewhere near my throat, possibly at the frantic pulse beating there. Or, as I suspected, the submissive nature screaming out to me was rising, despite his attempt to ignore it. Need flared again, intensifying with each second.
‘What if I am?’ he murmured.
Unable to resist, I raised my hand, brought it close without touching his taut jaw. ‘False modesty doesn’t become you. You’re as far from unforgettable as it’s possible to get and I’m pretty sure you know that.’
He smiled, but the shadows remained in his eyes. And because I’d exhausted the willpower to remain this close to him without touching him, I ignored every last reservation, leaned up and pressed my lips against his.
He tensed for a frozen moment, and then his lips were clinging to mine, opening up beneath the pressure of my kiss, a grunt escaping his throat as he leaned down, granting me access to better explore him.
He was delicious. Heady, in a way that made my senses swim even before I’d taken my next breath. I swept my tongue over his slightly parted lips, and he groaned, pressed closer, wanting more. That fierce connection, that need to have my instincts satisfied, drove me to kiss him deeper, start an erotic dance with him.
Gloriously, he followed, met me stroke for stroke, intensifying the kiss. His teeth nipped, nibbling and tasting. My clit swelled, need building till the slickness dampened my panties.
Through it all, Jensen held his hands at his sides, adding another degree of certainty to my instincts that when it came to all things sensual and sexual, Jensen Scott would truly submit, wouldn’t proceed without express permission.
My permission. My domination.
My heart and senses raced at the thought, saturating me with a sense of promise until I swayed under the strength of it. But it was short-lived, my spirits deflating. In less than twenty-four hours, the real world would beckon, and with it the knowledge that nothing this good ever withstood the pressures of a Mortimer life.
If we were really going to do this, all I had was this one night to savour him as I’d loftily offered.
I’d warned him about believing everything he read in the paper. Was I really about to embark on a one-night stand, my very first with a mysterious but intriguing man I’d only just met?
Why not? If that’s what we both want?
But was it?
I trailed my hand over his jaw, neck and down a chest ridged with his rock-hard muscles. He jerked, reacting to me despite the layers of clothes between us. Insanely thrilled by his response, I took my time with him, fingers lingering as I headed south.
I disengaged from the kiss just before I reached his belt. I watched him, absorbed the almost haggard arousal etched into his face; took in the lowered gaze resting on my breasts. Pulling my lips between my teeth as anticipation blazed through me, I trailed my hand the last scant inches and gripped his hard length through the layers of clothes.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed.
I bit back a moan of my own, unwilling to admit how much his unguarded reaction pleased me. Despite the warnings shrieking in my head to slow down, think this through properly, I continued to stroke him, learning his length and girth and glorying in the heat and power of him. After a minute, I leaned closer, brushed my lips against his in a light kiss. ‘Do you feel savoured yet?’
He gave an abrupt shake of his head, his tongue flicking out to taste my lower lip. ‘More. Please.’
I curbed my smile, even as my heart jumped. This was so foolish. Disappointment surely lurked around the corner. But for the life of me I couldn’t stop touching him.
A harsher wind swept over us, and, despite the insulation of clothes keeping the worst of the chill out, I shivered. Immediately, he unzipped the opening to the tent.
‘Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.’
He held back the flap of the tent, and I went inside.
The large sleeping bag stretched out over a waterproof mattress was more than adequate for one person. Not two. I turned to comment on the feasibility of our situation.
The raw, ravenous look in his eyes stopped me.
That look became the deciding factor.
He was an adventurer. Used to taking risks and reaping stunning rewards.
Wouldn’t it be a kick to take a leaf out of his book?
I reached for the zip fastening my suit. His gaze dropped to trail the movement, his harsh breathing so insanely sexy, my nipples beaded harder. Within the atmosphere of the closed tent, with double space heaters warming up the space, arousal bit harder.
‘You want to help me with this?’ I asked, my voice sultry with excitement.
With a firm nod, he stepped forward, taking over my unzipping. ‘It’ll be my pleasure.’
He was way taller than the tent and had bent his head when he stepped inside. Still, my heart lurched
