Page 10 of True North

At the feel of my tongue battling against his, North groaned into my mouth, his fingers gripping my legs digging deeper into the backs of my thighs as the kiss’s heat turned from hot to volcanic.

It was safe to say I had never been kissed like this in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible. It was frenzied and a little sloppy. Heated and completely out of control. In other words, perfect. A simple kiss made me feel more needed—no . . . essential; that was a better word for it. North kissed me like I was essential, like air or food or water.

“North,” I whimpered, the need for oxygen forcing me to end the kiss with a pitiful whine. But North didn’t stop. He simply dragged those lush, surprisingly soft lips across my jaw and down my neck, hitting that one spot that was so sensitive, each swipe of his tongue caused my hips to buck against the steel rod behind his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled against my skin, and the way that one word vibrated in me, arousal rushed through me, soaking my panties thoroughly. “Love hearing you say my name like that.”

I hummed, my entire body was a live wire as I tipped my head back and tightened my grip on his hair, holding him to my neck as I continued grinding against him, chasing after the pressure that was building inside me so intensely it was almost scary. “North,” I repeated, husking the word into his ear before sucking the lobe between my lips and giving it a little nip.

If I thought he’d lost control earlier, I was proven wrong with that move, because as soon as I released his earlobe, I was flying through the air. Half a second after I hit the bed North’s weight came down on top of me, pushing me deeper into the mattress.

His hands roamed my body as his mouth devoured every single inch of mine, grabbing my breast and giving it a squeeze that bordered the line between pleasure and pain perfectly. I arched my back, pushing my tight, aching nipple deeper into his touch, silently begging for some sort of relief from the inferno burning up inside me.

The heat of his body left me just long enough for him to whip both our shirts off and toss them over his shoulder.

“Lose the bra,” he ordered. “Let me see you.”

My hands trembled as I did exactly as he commanded, lifting far enough to unclip my bra and slide the straps down my shoulders. I tossed it aside and fought the urge to cover my naked breasts. Any nerves I felt in that moment evaporated when his eyes flared and the rumble of a primal growl rattled his chest.

A needy groan slid right through me at the feel of North’s heated skin against mine as he lowered his back over me, only this time, instead of giving me his mouth, he dragged his lips down my neck, teasing the skin at my collarbone before sliding even farther.

I sucked in a sharp gasp, my skin erupting with goosebumps as North sucked my nipple into his mouth, pulling so deeply I felt it all the way down between my thighs, as if an invisible cord were connecting the two.

I wasn’t sure it could possibly feel better, but he proved me wrong by scraping the tight peak with the edges of his lips. That smallest hint of pain made the pleasure explode, and I couldn’t keep from crying out. “Oh, goddess,” I cried out, locking my ankles behind his back and rocking against his hard-on. The orgasm building inside me was stronger than anything I’d felt before, and he hadn’t even touched me below the belt yet.

The hum he let out dripped with appreciation that made me preen and rub against him like a freaking cat. “I see she liked that.”

Whatever came over me, completely obliterated any inhibitions I might have had. I felt like an entirely different person as I fisted the hair on either side of North’s head and jerked his face back to mine. “She absolutely did. But I want more.” I couldn’t find it in me to be ashamed of the wanton moan that escaped. “North, I need you.”

He dipped down, nipping my bottom lip. “And you’ll get me, baby. But first, you’re going to come on my tongue.”

“That’s not—” I started to object, knowing any effort he put into going down on me would only lead to annoyance for him and frustration for me when he finally realized he wouldn’t be able to get me off. Only, he cut me off by unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down my thighs so fast I sucked in a startled gasp.

“Wow. You’re good at that,” I said, lifting on my elbows to stare down at him in awe.

Those were the last intelligible words I managed to get out before he sealed his mouth over my pussy and began to devour me like I was the best thing he’d ever eaten.

His tongue swiped the length of my slit before he stiffened it and plunged it inside me. The sounds I made as North kept at me might have been embarrassing if I’d been able to feel anything other than what he was doing. I’d never been able to come this way before, but in less than two minutes, I could feel it building, stronger than any release I’d had.

“Oh shit. Oh goddess. North, I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” The bite in those two words made me peel my eyes open and lift my head. I looked down my naked body into the deep pools of his eyes to see his pupils had blown so big, the black nearly swallowed the blue whole. He was just as desperate for this as I was. It was a struggle to wrap my head around that knowledge.

North Hastings was desperate for me.

It was only the thing I’d wanted most for way too long.

“You can and you will. And baby?” I did my best to focus on what he was saying. “It’s cute as fuck hearing you scream to your goddess, but when you come, you do it with my name on your lips.”

Holy shit. Could this guy get any hotter? I now totally understood what Lennon had been talking about.

Unable to form words past the sudden dryness in my throat, I licked my lips and nodded before collapsing back against the mattress a second later when he drove two thick, long fingers inside me and sucked my clit deep. That was all it took for me to explode. Just as he ordered, I shouted his name as stars burst behind my eyelids.

The man had to be magic, because he’d performed the impossible, at least for me; giving me the best orgasm I’d ever had simply by going down on me.

I was in awe. But apparently I wasn’t going to have time to bask in the afterglow, because he was nowhere near done with me.

Inching up my body, he made it back to my mouth and sealed my lips with his, kissing me slow and deep. I could taste myself on his tongue, which leant a whole other level of eroticism to what we were doing. And it was already the most erotic thing I’d ever done.