Page 116 of True North

“Louisa May—” His face flinches as he leans into the bench, eliminating any space between us. His jaw feathers. A calloused hand slides behind my neck, pulling me up to him as he devours my mouth with his.

I open, just as desperate.

So damn hungry for him.

His hard length rubs at my center.

I need more.

I slide my hands over his on the bench beside my hips. With a low, raspy noise, he breaks from the kiss, resting his forehead on mine.

“I want to see how wet this sweet pussy is for me right now.”

I lift my hips, pushing off the bench with both hands. His fingers scrape over my skin as he drags the jeans from my body. Not taking his gaze from me, he presses his hands to the inside of my knees, forcing my legs wide.

“Mine, darlin’.”

“Yours,” I breathe.

The ache in my clit is drowning out every other sensation. With every heaving breath, my breasts bounce. His dark eyes drop to them.

“See these, Louisa May?”

He nods to my chest.

“Uh huh.”

“Mine,” he says in a low voice. The sound sends a thrill through my chest.

He palms a breast and dips his head, taking a nipple between his teeth. The sting of the light bite is instantly soothed as he works his tongue over the hard peak. My legs fall open wider as I brace on my hands and arch into his touch. His tongue. His heat.

He loses the nipple with a pop, and I look back up.

No.

A smirk flickers over his face as he runs kisses down my belly, moving to my inner thighs, one then the other. A whimper falls as I open for him.

My panties are absolutely ruined.

My thighs are slick with the need I have for this man.

When he runs a finger under the side of my panties, I grab his hair, desperation contorting my face. “Ple—Harry... Oh god.”

“Patience, Louisa May,” he rasps.

God, I have none at all.

My implosion is imminent.

He tugs the panties from my hips, and I lift, wanting them gone.

Bare, I sit on the bench, spread for him. Heat rushes my neck and face. But when he swallows hard and meets my gaze, it fades. “Sweet Jesus, darlin’.”

His finger traces the inside of my thigh as he drops his attention to my aching center.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, Lou. This is what ranch work with me does to you?”

I nod.

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