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He cupped my cheek with his free hand and turned my face to him. His kisses were deep and hungry as he fucked me with his fingers, and soon I was a whimpering mess in his arms, grinding my hips against him and holding on to his knees for support. He nipped at my bottom lip and growled when my thighs began to tremble and my body started taking over.
North stretched me, giving me more than I thought I could take, while his tongue plunged into my mouth. I needed him everywhere.
He edged me close to an orgasm before backing off. He did this over and over until I was a pleading, quivering, dripping mess in his lap. Finally, he gave me what I wanted, and I came hard and fast with his kiss silencing my cries.
Dazed and more turned on than I’d been in my life, I slid off his lap, went to my knees on the floor, and turned to face him. Kneeling between his thighs, I began pulling his jeans down with his help before hooking my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
I’d only drawn them down a couple of inches when he abruptly pushed my hand away.
“Wait,” he said, his voice coarse and gravelly.
I looked up at him, still panting and swollen. He stood. I leaned back and reached for his fly again, assuming he wanted me to take him like this. I would take him however he wanted.
But he stepped away, did up his fly, and wouldn’t look at me. “I should go.”
I struggled to my feet with my jeans still around my knees, and shimmied them up. My cheeks burned. What had I done wrong? Things were going so well. Why did he want to stop right when they were getting good?
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“I’m sorry.” He moved to the door and threw it open. Cold air blasted inside, making the fire dance. “I can’t.”
He was gone.
Just like that.
I stared after him into the night before hurrying to close the door and slumping against it. My whole body tingled with desire, but my mind screamed in dismay. Somewhere along the way, I’d done something wrong. I must have. Why else would a man walk away after fucking me in his lap like he wanted to own me? Desperate, I replayed what had just happened over and over, trying to make sense of it, but it only left me feeling more confused.
My body hummed with disappointment.
CHAPTER17
NORTH
Cami stepped through the front door of the heritage house with her mother on one side and Marge on the other. All three women had snow in their hair and on the shoulders of their coats, and they shuddered in unison before relinquishing their coats to Justin, who’d eagerly hurried down the hall to welcome them to his open house.
Cami shook snow from her curls and looked around in wonder. “Justin, this is incredible!”
He grinned proudly as he hung their long coats on the hook behind the door amongst two dozen others. “Not too shabby, right? If not for Winter, it all would have gone to Hell in a handbasket. Ain’t that the truth, North?”
I stood leaning against the banister post at the bottom of the grand staircase to the second level. Local and out of town buyers passed me by, some going up, others going down, and I offered them curt but friendly nods before pushing away from the stairs and joining the others under the giant antler chandelier over their heads. Winter had spruced it up with, pun intended, some spruce and pine boughs as well as dangling crystals that caught the light and sparkled radiantly.
“She did a great job,” I said.
Cami peered past me. “Is she here?”
“In the kitchen, I think,” I said.
Cami brushed past me, shooting me a little smirk on her way.
I arched an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing,” she called over her shoulder as her heeled boots announced her every step down the hall to the kitchen. “You just look less broody this morning than usual, that’s all.”
I felt my forehead wrinkle in disapproval.
Marge laughed and shook her head as she came to give me a warm hug. “Cami is right. You do seem lighter somehow. How are things?” She cupped my cheek the same way my mother used to so she could hold me down at her short five-feet height and look me in the eyes. She stared into my soul. “I hope you’re not working yourself to the bone.”
“The intern you helped set me up with has proven more than useful,” I said.
