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Good girl.
Who knew it would be such a turn-on?
Not me.
Not until a man like North Waylon whispered it to me in the heat of the moment.
So I obeyed, biting down on my own tongue to stop myself from falling to pieces as he upped the ante and slid another finger inside me. I whimpered and oozed desperation. He chuckled deeply, knowing full well the power he held over me in the moment, and when my toes began to curl and my thighs started to quiver, he finally lifted the restraints.
“Okay, baby,” he purred. “Come for me.”
I let go.
My climax ripped a cry of pleasure from my throat. North pressed his fingers in deep and suckled at my clit as I thrashed beneath him, and once I was spent, he worshiped me with wet, sloppy kisses all the way up my stomach, pushing my silk nightgown up as he went until he was able to pull it over my head.
He sat back and gave my thighs an affectionate squeeze. “Good girl.”
I reveled in his words.
North grabbed something from the pocket of his robe on the floor—a condom I soon realized. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He kissed me as he laid me down on my back, and something about the moment felt more intimate than the other passionate nights we’d shared thus far. His hands never stopped roaming over my body, and as we kissed, his touch wandered back between my thighs. I explored his body with my hands, tracing muscle, bone, cartilage, and scars—pausing to feel the one he’d shown me at dinner earlier. I wanted to know every swell and valley of his body.
I wanted to know every crevice of him, both his physical self and his soul. His spirit.
Our kiss deepened, and I pulled him down to me, holding his stubbled face in my hands as he braced himself above me on one elbow. He struggled with one hand to open the condom, so I plucked it from his fingers, tore it open, reached down, and rolled it on myself, pausing to grip him and tease him as I did. I wanted to give him more, but the last time I tried to offer him oral he’d gotten cold feet. Maybe that was one step too far for now and I had to bide my time.
I was willing to wait as long as he needed.
He dropped his hips to mine, and I responded in kind, lifting my ass slightly from the bed and meeting him. He slid inside me, and I let out a shaky breath as I settled back down and he pushed in deep. Pressure formed below my navel, and I leaned into it, letting it build and build as he gave me more of his length before he filled me up. I sighed against his lips as he kissed me, and his hand came up to brush my hair away from my face.
I got lost in his eyes.
When we’d first met, I’d thought his eyes cold, stern, and distant. Now, lying beneath him, I saw so much depth and life. Loss, love, pain, pleasure, contentment, reservation…all of it mixed into one. I slid my hand behind his neck and held him to me as we became one and I found myself wishing the moment would never end.
His hips drove deep.
I whispered his name against his throat and showed my gratitude with soft kisses.
Together, we descended into bliss, and when we were both spent he fell to the side, lying on his back beside me with his chest rising and falling in rhythm to my own.
I smiled dazedly at him. “That was a nice surprise.”
North rolled over, pulled me in close, and kissed me. “I needed you.”
My heart did a little hop-step in my chest. “Do you still need me?”
He murmured, “Yes,” before nuzzling his face into my shoulder and kissing my neck. Perhaps he had not yet been satiated. I giggled and pushed at his chest, and he pulled me more firmly against him.
I suspected we would not be getting much sleep tonight.
CHAPTER27
NORTH
Justin and I leaned back against the windowsill. At our backs, the cold winter air seeped through the window of the heritage house, but the crackling fireplace added warmth while we watched Winter and Cami decorate the tree for the new buyers.
The two women sipped on eggnog lattes while they worked barefoot and in leggings. Winter had brought a bag of business clothes with her so we could go into the office later, but I liked seeing her like this best—a bit undone and casual. The fact that the leggings hugged her curves and showed off her ass was nice, too. I caught myself staring every time she went to her tiptoes to hang an ornament on a higher branch, at both her ass and the curve of her back.
Sexy. Way too sexy.
