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‘Is this just curiosity or do you actually want me to prove to you that I’m not what the media label me as?’
He shrugged. ‘I want to know you. To see the woman behind the labels for myself.’
My fingers tightened around the bottle, a profound shaking starting inside me I was loath to
outwardly display.
It stunned me how deftly he continued to pull the rug from under my feet. First with his unguarded
admission of his sexuality and now with this. I dragged my gaze from his, but only strayed as far as the window, at the snowstorm raging harder with no signs of stopping.
The wind picked up then, and a loose branch smashed against the window, echoing the elemental
force churning inside me. There was too much going on here, deep waters I was scared to wade
through.
Ignoring him, I went to the drawer and searched for an opener.
Behind me, another drawer opened. A moment later, he appeared beside me, holding out the
corkscrew. I took it, keeping my gaze on the bottle as I worked the screw into the cork. Tension
vibrated through the cabin until a pop echoed in the silence. I’d spotted glasses in a cupboard earlier and I went towards it.
Jensen beat me to it, reaching up to the tall shelf to hand me a glass.
‘Aren’t you having one?’
Silently, he handed me another glass. ‘I will if you want me to,min elskerinde,’ he murmured, darkened eyes rapt on my face.
He was too much. Everything I was scared to desire.
I poured two glasses, handed him one and downed half the contents of mine.
An expression flitted across his face, too fast for me to decode as he raised his own glass and took a moderate sip. The sight of him, sipping wine while he stood there stark naked, comfortable in his own skin, yet with his eyes a little troubled as he stared at me, made me want to laugh. Or scream. Or hide.
From the first moment I’d laid eyes on him, he’d commanded extreme emotions from me. As ifhe
were the Dominant.
Topping from the fucking bottom.
Well, if he wanted personal, he was about to get it.
I forced a shrug. ‘No need to go on an extended expedition. I’m everything the media proclaims me
to be. Spoilt. Rich. Some would even label me a ball-breaking bitch.’
A smile ghosted over his full lips. ‘I can refute that last one. My balls were in your hands only a short while ago and I can attest they’re still whole.’ He cheekily glanced down at himself and I
couldn’t help but follow his gaze. Hell, he really was too perfect to ignore.
I wanted to end all of this by jumping him again, to dilute the heavy emotions with soul-drenching
sex. I resisted the urge. ‘Don’t you need to look after the food?’
He shook his head. ‘We’re good for another ten minutes or so. Enough time for you to answer one