Page 149 of True North

“Which part, Louisa May?” I ask, my gut flipping over. Some wounds will only ever be easily picked scabs.

Only this time, instead of giving up, I push through. ’Cause she’s worth it.

“Working long hours. Spending so many hours in this old place,” she finally says.

“Then you can own it. Someone else can work it.”

Relief washes over her face.

Fuck.

“What is it you do want?” I cup her face with my palms and hold her eyes onto me. “Reallywant.”

She swallows, and her arm moves behind her back. When cold, soft chocolate icing brushes over my bottom lip, she smiles. “I just want you.” Her finger slips between my lips. “And one other thing.”

I can’t speak.

One other thing...

So, like any man with a raging hard-on for the woman in front of him would do, I grunt.

She giggles, sliding her finger from my mouth. “I want your babies. As many as you’ll give me.”

The air snaps from my lungs. Mouth gaping, my chest caves into an erratic cycle of useless pants.

Fuck me, Louisa May.

I don’t respond.

“Say something, Harry.”

I swallow past a boulder and rasp the first words that surge into my oxygen-deprived brain. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I think you mean Captain?” She gives me the most ridiculous stern face I have ever seen before bursting into a laugh that echoes around the old restaurant.

“Woman, you can commandeer this man’s ship any goddamn day.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” she says, slipping off the edge of the table and onto her feet. Her palms push my shoulders, and I sink onto the chair. Her weight settles over my lap as she straddles me, her skirt bunching up over her thighs. “Give me everything, ’cause I want it all. The husband, the ranch, the babies. Fill me up, Harry.”

“You’ve already got the first two.”

“The last one, then,” she whispers, and her lips brush my ear, then skitter down my neck.

Oh, holy fuck, a man’s never been harder in his life. Blood, red hot in my veins, rushes my body. I snap the clasp on her bra and dive right in, tongue, teeth, and mouth, loving this beautiful woman the only way I know how.

She arches into me, and I shift on the seat, freeing my cock. I move to the next breast, and she moans my name.

Heaven has nothin’ on Louisa Rawlins.

With a quick sweep through her soaked center with two fingers, I have her vibrating in my lap. But this isn’t some quick-release moment. I want to devour her. I want to savor her. Over and over again.

I push to my feet and spin to the table behind us. It’s bare, save a small pot of napkins. They hit the floor as I swing a hand behind her and lay her down. The skirt and panties are comin’ off.

“God, Harry. How do you always manage to set me on fire?”

“I could be askin’ you the same thing.”

I groan through a strangled breath as her skirt and panties hit the floor, and her legs fall open for me.

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