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She would make me feel better. She would chase this sickening feeling out of my stomach and replace it with lightness and warmth.
Without hesitating, I left my room with the essentials, crossed the hall, and knocked on her door.
Hard.
CHAPTER26
WINTER
“What the…” I sat up, rubbed at my eyes with the heels of my hands, and looked blurrily around my hotel room. The lights were all off, but a bit of moonlight poured through a crack in the curtains—just enough to see the outline of furniture in the room.
The knock came at the door again. Aggressive. Determined. Loud.
“Hang on,” I called, throwing off the blankets and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The tile floors were cold on my bare feet as I scrambled to find my hotel robe. No way was I going to open the door in the thin little silk nightgown I had on. I found it hanging on the bathroom door, the collar still damp from the late bath I’d taken to warm up after our chilly day at the Veltons’ and the Clydesdale farm. My hair had soaked through the thermal material. I shivered, bundled myself up, and hurried to the door as yet another knock came.
I yanked it open. “What?It’s the middle of the morning, what could be so important that—” I broke off and tipped my head back to look up at North. Just like me, he wore his hotel robe and was barefoot in the hallway. I poked my head out, looked back and forth, and frowned up at him. “What are you—”
He didn’t give me time to get the word out.
Before I knew what was happening, he stepped forward, gathered me in his arms, and kissed me.
Hard.
I inhaled sharply out of surprise more than anything before melting in his arms and letting him push me into my room. He closed the door behind us so hard the picture frames on the walls rattled. I murmured against his lips, wondering what this was all about, but instead of answering me he tore open my robe. It fell from my shoulders and got caught up around my feet as he backed me to the armchair near the window. Stumbling, I pitched backward and landed on my ass on the chair cushion.
North loomed over me, his features lost in shadow, his silhouette outlined by the pale silver light of the moon shining through the window.
A tremor of lust rippled through my body. I was going to have sex dreams about this very moment for the rest of my life. I’d gone to bed hours ago aching for him to join me, but I was scared to make the first move. He had so much more on his plate than I did, and the last thing I wanted to do was make his suffering worse. Grief was a winding, complicated road, and healing wasn’t linear. For all I knew, his time with me the other night had set him back.
Now, looking up at him as he dropped his robe, I decided that was not the case.
He wore nothing underneath and, in the dim light, appeared to be a hand-poured sculpture of silver and onyx. He went to his knees in front of me.
“North,” I breathed.
He responded by running his hands from my ankles all the way up my bare legs, over my knees, up my thighs, under my nightgown, and between my legs. He pushed them gently apart and I subconsciously settled deeper into the chair, leaning back, watching as he dipped his head to taste me.
His tongue flicked over my clit.
I flinched and gasped.
He paused, sparing a glance up at me as if to ask permission to continue.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
His lips sealed over my flesh, and he gently began to suckle. My pulse rushed in my ears, and I instinctively gripped the armrests of the chair, my nails biting into the fabric as my spine arched. North put his hands to the cut of my hips and held me in place as his tongue dipped inside me. My breath shuddered in my chest, and my lower stomach fluttered with every lick, taste, and suckle, until I was a panting, dripping mess in his hands.
More.
With hardly any control left, I rolled my hips in silent invitation for him to give me more, and he responded like a mind reader, slipping a finger inside me. He pressed up against my G-spot and I gasped.
“Not yet,” he murmured through glistening lips. “Hold it.”
“I—I can’t.”
He smiled before swirling his tongue over me and thrusting his finger. “Yes you can.”
Easy for someone without a vagina to say,I thought hopelessly, straining against the urge to give in and let the release break over me. But I wanted to obey. I wanted him to say those two little words that had set me on fire last time.
