I’d just stepped out of them, leaving my thermal all-in-one underneath, when he inhaled sharply. ‘Shit. The aurora.’
I wanted to laugh, weirdly amused by the notion that the phenomenon was enough to distract him from what we were doing. ‘Is it happening now?’ We’d been in the tent only a handful of minutes.
He shook his head. ‘No, but I don’t want to miss it if it does.’
Even as he sprang into action, his gaze locked on my body, eyes heating up as it lingered on the twin diamond-hard points of my nipples, brazenly outlined in the thermal suit. After a thick swallow, he veered away, his movements graceful yet efficient as he dug through his equipment, took out three powerful-looking cameras and tripods and then swiftly exited the tent.
Minutes passed as he set up the cameras outside the tent. Then he was back, sealing the flap closed behind him. Need clamoured through me. Impatient to be naked, to feel his hard body and hands upon mine, I swivelled away from him, exposed my nape where the zip of my thermal suit rested.
Eagerly, he went back to work, his expert fingers lowering another zip, this one exposing my naked back to him. His sharp intake of breath made me smile, eroding a few more layers of doubt.
Jensen’s reaction gratified, salved a wound I didn’t want to admit needed soothing and I revelled in the warm hands that undressed me, pleasure gliding through me as I looked at him over my shoulder, watched his eyes linger on my behind, where my thong dissected the globes of my ass.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he breathed, his hands shaking as they trailed up my legs, pressing into my calves on the way to wrapping around my hips. He leaned forward, pressed his face into the gap between my legs, shamelessly breathing me in before letting out a thick groan. ‘And you smell amazing, min elskerinde.’
The foreign words were almost whispered against my skin, under his breath. I wanted to ask what they meant, but he was nipping at my flesh, using his teeth to wreak havoc.
Doing things I hadn’t quite given him permission for.
I twisted in his hold, braced my hands on his shoulders. ‘You’ve seen me. Now I get to see you. Undress.’
His hands reluctantly left my body, pulled at the fasteners securing the neck of his snow suit, but his movements were slow. Perhaps because his lust-dark eyes were fixed on my breasts, still encased in the burgundy bra that matched my panties. Lingerie was an expensive weakness of mine.
It was partly why I’d kept in touch with Bryce’s childhood friend and now girlfriend Savannah Knight, and ordered a new selection from each of her Voluptuoso lingerie collections the moment it hit the stores.
Perhaps lace and silk that barely covered my intimate parts were impractical for sub-zero weather temperatures, but it was a decadence I didn’t feel bad about indulging.
Judging from Jensen’s reaction, it was well worth it.
‘Hurry up, or I might change my mind about all of this.’
He attacked his zip without taking his eyes off me, hissing when it went over his engorged cock. He wore the same thermal under gear as I did, but in a blinding white two-piece trousers and long-sleeved T-shirt combo to my black one-piece. I was sure there were some Freudian connotations in our colour preferences but all I could absorb in that moment was the way the material moulded his sculpted shoulders and chest, the way it outlined his mouth-watering abs. With each movement as he shrugged out of the garment, I was exposed to even more of Jensen Scott’s perfection.
I wanted to lick him all over. Then devour him in large, choking chunks.
The strength of that need alarmed me. But the sight of him on his knees, ready to surrender to me, overpowered the apprehension.
I was a grown woman, perfectly ripe for my first one-night stand in a tent somewhere in the Arctic Circle if I wished it. Empowered by the thought, I cupped his strong jaw, leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Before the flames could leap out of control, I eased away, walked past him to where the sleeping bag was laid out.
Like everything else around here, it held a chill as I lay back on it, but it warmed quickly. I let out a pleased sigh, watched as he swivelled to follow my movement, kicking away his suit as he did.
I beckoned him with a finger, and he rose.
He was gorgeous. Built like a true Viking with thick thighs, chiselled calves and lean hips, he was fantasy made flesh.
A fantasy I intended to make reality before the night was over.
‘Come and show me what else those talented hands are capable of,’ I invited sultrily, moving my arms to rest them above my head.
‘Just my hands?’ he asked, his voice a thick rasp.
‘No, Mr Scott. Not just your hands. Every inch of that delicious body is definitely on my to-do list.’
My fingers brushed the side of the tent, and the brief contact with the cold sent a delicious shiver through me, making my nipples harder.
He groaned, then, erupting into movement, he dropped onto the sleeping bag, dark blue eyes devouring me as he started to reach for me.
‘Wait.’
He stilled, his nose flaring in the silence I let drag out for several seconds.
‘The beanie. Take it off. I want to see your hair.’
The white cap—he really had a thing for white, didn’t he?—slid off easily, and I suppressed a groan. Hell, even his hair was magnificent. Burnt gold, threaded with hints of dark honey, it was enough to make a woman weep with envy. And a shampoo manufacturer scream
