Page 19 of North

A tiny voice in my head was trying to tell me to slow down, but I ignored it.

I wanted to feel.

I wanted pleasure.

I wanted North.

I tugged at his shirt, suddenly desperate for skin. He disconnected our mouths long enough to rip the T-shirt over his head.

Oh wow.

In the low light, I saw the perfection of his chest and abs. Every muscle was defined. There was a tattoo, but I couldn’t quite make it out in the darkness. I touched a line of dark ink.

He sucked in a breath. His hands were on my T-shirt and then it was gone, and I was just wearing my black bra. I was glad I’d worn my nice set tonight.

He gave a low growl, then his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking it through the lace. I moaned, electric tingles skating though me.

“So sweet,” he said. “I wonder where else you’re sweet.”

My belly clenched and filled with delicious flutters. It had been a long time since a man had turned me on this much.

He sucked on my other breast until I was gasping for air. My nipples were hard and aching.

Then he let my feet touch the floor. Before I could say anything, North dropped to his knees in front of me.

Oh. My belly swooped.

He undid my jeans, then pulled them and my panties down my legs. He pressed a kiss to my hipbone, then lower, on my thigh. My chest was rising and falling fast. I hadn’t realized that the sexiest thing in the world was North Connors on his knees in front of me.

He parted my legs, and wrapped one of my thighs over his shoulder.

God. North’s dark head was between my thighs. I ached, and the anticipation left me jittery. “North… Please…”

His hands wrapped around my thighs, then he pulled me closer and buried his face between my legs.

“Oh,God.” As his mouth touched my swollen flesh, sensations rocketed through me.

His fingers dug into my skin as he licked and sucked. His tongue lapped, then touched my clit. I jerked, my hands tangling roughly in his hair.

I was out of control. Desire, pleasure, and need were a potent mix. I ground my hips against his face.

His fingers bit deeper, and I knew I’d have bruises. I liked the thought.

He growled, and that deep masculine sound vibrated through me. When his clever, relentless lips closed over my clit, I whimpered.

I was on sensation overload. My orgasm hit—hard and blindingly fast. I cried out, squeezing my thighs around his head.

He groaned, eating me with his sinful tongue as I shook. Panting, I came back down and tugged at him to get up.

I’d come, but I still felt achy and empty. He rose in front of me, heat pumping off his bare chest. I frantically worked the button and zipper of his cargo pants open and pushed his dark boxer shorts down.

And freed the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen.

I sucked in a sharp breath. It was long, the perfect girth, and even looked good—smooth and sexy.

Like him.

I wanted that cock inside me. “Now, North.”

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