Keeping Graciela warm and comfortable for as long as the storm raged wouldn’t be a problem at all. Suddenly, I didn’t want the snowstorm to end. Not for a long time, at least.
I crossed the living room to the fire, resisting the strong urge to glance over to where she stood next to the sofa, her arms crossed. I was head and shoulders taller than her, but her presence filled the room, filled my senses in ways that I was a little too scared to describe. Unfurling the blankets, I laid them down, tossed the pillows onto them.
A little too eagerly, I attacked the snow suit, stepped out of the thermal set and boxers, grimacing at the rock-hard erection that bobbed eagerly, excited at being freed.
I wrestled the insane need to wrap my fingers around my cock, ease the ache tearing through me, and slowly sank to my knees at the edge of the blanket.
I heard her approach but kept my gaze fixed on the fire. She stopped behind me and for the longest time didn’t move, although I felt her gaze on me, hot and possessive, tracking every inch of exposed skin.
‘You’re beautiful, Jensen, do you know that?’ she murmured.
‘If you say so, min elskerinde.’ I was used to women admiring the outer package, but knew that, when it came right down to it, it was what was on the inside that mattered. My father had been one handsome bastard with a heart as black as tar, proof that beauty was only skin-deep.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to think about him. Definitely not right now.
‘You don’t like compliments?’
‘I like whatever pleases you.’
‘I’m not sure if that’s a nice save or a cop-out I need to punish you for.’
‘It can be whatever you want it to be.’
She circled me once and then stopped in front of me. ‘This man bun thing you’ve got going on. What’s that all about?’
I managed a smile despite the strain in my groin. ‘A six-month assignment in the Amazon. Barber shops were a little thin on the ground there. I’ve grown rather attached to it. Plus it keeps me warm in the cold.’
‘Hmm, I’m getting rather attached myself. You’re not allowed to cut it while we’re here. Is that understood?’
‘Yes, min elskerinde.’
‘Is that Danish? I don’t know what it means but I’d prefer you call me mistress when you address me.’
My smile widened. ‘I already do.’ I hesitated for a moment and added, ‘Min elskerinde.’
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. ‘That’s what it means?’ Mild shock echoed in her voice.
‘Yes.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘You started calling me that last night.’
It wasn’t a question, so I let my gaze speak for me.
‘Jensen?’ she pressed.
‘I wanted you like this before our encounter in the tent. But you knew that already.’
‘So you started calling me your mistress even before this thing was established between us? Do you know how dangerous that is? Some woman out there could take advantage of it.’
My heart lurched. She sounded almost protective so I didn’t tell her I’d sworn off entanglements before I met her. That no other woman would be given the leeway I was giving her. ‘Does that displease you?’
Several emotions flitted across the face, but eventually she shook her head. ‘People are far too predictable, but you’re not one of them.’
A layer of tension eased out of me. ‘Is that a compliment, min elskerinde?’
‘You can take it however you want to,’ she answered with a wispy smile, then slowly her face grew tight, controlled arousal settling over her. ‘Undress me, Jensen.’
I didn’t even care a little bit that my hands shook as I caught the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head.
She was lovely. She had on a new set of underwear, a deep night-blue that accentuated the smoothness of her skin and the luscious globes of her breasts. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, heavy and gorgeous, tantalisingly close to my hungry lips. I resisted the urge to pull one pink tip into my mouth, instead concentrating on removing her leggings. Unlike last night, she didn’t touch me to steady herself, exercising control that only made me harder.
I’d always had a thing for delayed gratification, which was probably another reason my soul yearned to submit. She wouldn’t reward me until she deemed it appropriate, and every minute she withheld it, the promise of release became that much headier.
This gloriously naked, insanely gorgeous creature before me already knew how best to satisfy me. And we’d barely got started.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared down at me, her gaze imperious. ‘Tell me we have condoms in this cabin, Jensen.’
I flipped back one corner of the blanket near my feet to reveal the box of condoms I’d grabbed from the supply closet.
She smiled, and my breath caught at the lusty fire reflected in the hazel depths. My cock bobbed in excitement as she examined the box and dropped it between my knees.
‘We’ll get to that in a little while. Right now I want you to place your hands on your thighs. Don’t move them until I say so. I’ve been dying to lick you all over and I’m going to do just that.’
Shuddering with anticipation, I did as instructed.
She stepped behind me, depriving me of the joy of seeing her beautiful body. Moments later her fingers delved into my hair. She caught it up in one fist and before I could take the next breath, her teeth sank into the skin at the top of my spine.
Pleasure rained through my body and I groaned.
‘You like that?’
‘Yes, min elskerinde.’
‘Hmm, I think those two are becoming my favourite Danish words.’
I smiled, pleased. ‘I’ll teach you Danish if you like.’
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