Page 38 of True North

His lips brushed gently against mine as he spoke into my mouth, his words only adding fuel to my thirst for him. “But you know what I’m remembering most right now? The memory at the forefront of my mind that won’t let me out of its chokehold?”

I shook my head, licking my dry lips as my nipples pebbled into stiff, aching peaks beneath my bra.

“I’m remembering the way you taste, Iris.” His voice was gravel, the sharp edges filed down just enough to feel smooth on my skin as his words skated over me. “Like warm, sweet honey and sin. Everything I’ve tasted since hasn’t lived up.” He pressed a featherlight kiss to my lips that didn’t mesh with the possessive, desperate way he was holding onto me, like he was terrified I’d turn to smoke and slip through his fingers.

“I’ve been starving since that night. Do you know how frustrating it was to be so hungry for something but not realize it?” He sure as hell sounded frustrated just then. “But now that I remember what I’ve been craving, all I can think about is having it again. Eating my fill.” Another kiss. “I want to gorge myself on you, baby.” He brushed his nose against mine, causing me to whimper. My body felt like one giant exposed nerve. I could feel everything. I wanted. I needed. In that moment, I felt the hunger he was talking about, and it was gnawing at my insides. Just the feel of the breeze on my skin was too much.

“Tell me something, little flower.”

All I could manage to get out was a quizzical noise. My brain was so flooded with all things North Hastings, words didn’t exist.

“Are you wet for me right now?” As he asked the question, he released the right side of my neck to reach down as slowly skat the pads of his fingers upward on the outside of my thigh. His touch tracked higher and higher, bringing my skirt up as his hand continued to climb, but the pace as so agonizingly slow I wanted to scream. “If I were to touch your pussy right now, would you be dripping for me?”

I spread my thighs, willing him to touch me in that exact spot. “Please, North.” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “Please. It hurts.” Everything hurt. That was how badly I needed him.

“Never want to make you hurt, baby.” With that, he slammed his mouth onto mine, swallowing down the sharp cry I let out as he pushed my panties aside and plunged his index finger inside me. “Fuck me.” He groaned as he pulled put and added a second finger. “You’re soaking my hand, baby. Dripping down my fingers. Is this all for me?”

“Yes.” I was too far gone to feel shame at my admission.

He plunged those two fingers inside me, over and over, curving them in a come-hither motion, brushing against my g-spot with every drive of those digits as he rubbed my clit with the heel of his palm.

“Yes, just like that,” My head thunked back against the warm metal as my fingers gripped the front of his shirt, holding him to me. “Please don’t stop,” I said on a whine as my hips undulated, chasing after his touch as he continued to work me up. “Oh, goddess. I’m close.”

He chuckled against my skin before pulling his face from the crook of my neck, where the stubble on his jaw had been scraping just perfectly enough to string my whole body even tighter. “So fucking cute, you calling for your goddess like that.”

The relief I felt at knowing he now remembered our night together would have been enough to take my knees right out from under me if he hadn’t been using his large, strong body

He brought his face to mine, nose to nose. His bicep bunched and flexed as he continued to fuck me with his hand so perfectly.

“Give it to me, honey,” he said softly brushing the tip of his nose against mine, feathering kisses against my closed eyelids, the tip of my nose, my cheeks, and finally my lips. “Drench my hand while you cry my name. Then I’m going to make you do it all over again on my tongue.”

Just like our night together, his words pushed me over the edge into a cataclysmic release. The sounds I made as I came were so loud North had to cover my mouth with his hand to keep our little escapade from reaching the ears of people only yards away.

“Fuck me,” he grunted as I came down. He went from driving his fingers inside me to softly petting between my thighs almost reverently. “You’re even more beautiful when you come. Didn’t think that would be possible.”

It took a good thirty seconds for my breathing to regulate, and once I was able to peel my eyes open and focus my gaze, he was staring down at me, a tender smile I’d never seen before on his face. “You catch your breath?”

My brows slammed together in confusion. “Huh?”

He worked my panties down my thighs, sliding them until they pooled at my feet. He held my hands, keeping me steady as I stepped one foot out of them, then the other. “Because I want another.” Before I could ask when he meant, he dropped down onto his knees, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and dove beneath my skirt.

“North, oh shit!” There was no slow buildup, no gentle touch. He dove right in, eating my pussy like it was a four course meal and he’d been starved for weeks. His tongue plunged deep, pulling my wetness into his mouth and drinking it down with a greedy groan.

I bunched my skirt up, holding it around my waist so I could see his dark head working between my pale legs. He blinked, lifting his eyes to me, and grinned wickedly. “Still as sweet as I remember.” He swiped at me with his tongue again. “My little flower’s fucking delicious.”

I had to bite down on the side of my hand to keep from screaming his name to the heavens as he sucked my clit between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue as he worked those fingers back inside me, as deep as they could go.

I’d just come hard enough to see stars less than two minutes earlier, and already, it was building again. Higher, stronger, and even more intense than the last one.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

North moaned against me when I fisted his hair and tugged, pulling him even closer as I began to writhe against his mouth, chasing my second orgasm of the night. It came over me a few seconds later, so strong the one knee still holding me up buckled.

North moved fast, shooting to his feet to hold me up so I didn’t hit the ground. He was looking at me just then with a softness I’d never witnessed before. He righted my skirt, dropping it back into place and brushing out any wrinkles he might have caused. “You okay, honey?” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face and tucking them behind my ear. His hands continued mapping my body. My neck, down my arms and back up again, hugging my waist. It was like a compulsion. He couldn’t help but touch me now that I was close enough and had given him permission.

“I’m—” Goddess, what was I? My brain was so muddled from those two orgasms that it was sloshing around my skull like mush.

A worried frown tugged his lips down. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you?”