Among the Heather (The Highlands, #2)

“Very much.” My words came out in a whisper that made something like tenderness soften the harsh need in his expression.

North rolled on the condom and then he leaned over, took hold of me under my arms and slid me up the bed like I weighed nothing. I only had time to gape up at him in surprise for like a second before he kissed me breathless.

I widened my thighs, letting him settle between them, feeling his cock brush my belly as he kissed me until my lips felt swollen. As we kissed, he explored my body. His fingertips were calloused from playing the guitar, and their roughness sparked tingles of sensation as he caressed my soft skin. I moaned and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. His kiss turned rough, hard, desperate, and his groan filled me as he pinched both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I gasped with want, and his growl of satisfaction made me flush with pleasure.

North broke the kiss, but only to scatter more down my throat, across my chest until he reached my breasts. I cried out, eyes on the ceiling as his hot mouth captured my nipple and tugged. He worshipped my breasts until my nipples were swollen and my inner thighs turned slick with my arousal. No guy had ever taken this much time with my body. It was like his patience stretched to breaking, but he got off on it. He got off on drawing it out until we were both mindless with want.

So much so that I didn’t even flinch as he kissed his way down my stomach, nuzzling me, murmuring how sexy and sweet I was, how soft my skin was. And then his mouth was between my legs again. North licked me and let out a curse. “Fuck, you’re ready.”

“Yes,” I muttered, dazed, reaching for him. “Come inside me.”

But he didn’t. Instead, he tormented me, kissing his way down my inner thighs, moving from leg to leg as he learned every goddamn inch of me with his lips.

By the time he trailed kisses around my ankles, I experienced a mixture of desperation and gratitude. He showed me with his mouth, his touch, that he enjoyed all of my body. Tears pricked my eyes. “North …”

Whatever he heard in my voice had him crawling back over me. I knew he’d reached his breaking point, too, even though he’d caused this wild frenzy. He gripped his cock and guided it between my legs.

I arched as sensation scored down my spine at the hot feel of his tip pushing in.

North grabbed my thighs, his grip tight, forceful, and he spread me as he thrust inside. I gasped at the feel of him, overwhelming, full, right. Like there was an emptiness inside me for so long, but now he’d filled it. He held my eyes, his teeth gritted, as he fucked me with sure, steady, powerful strokes. I could do nothing but take him, my hands clenching the sheets beneath me as the tension built with every thick drag of him in and out.

“Oh God, oh God,” I cried out over and over. I was going to come quicker than I’d ever come in my life.

Sure enough, the tension tightened to breaking, and I soared over the precipice I’d been building toward, exploding in voluptuous waves of sensation that made North bark out, “Fuck!” seconds before he fucked me harder, faster. His features strained taut with lust and, to my shock, I could feel the tension building again.

“Oh my God. North!”

“Aye, that’s it. Come on me. You can give it to me again.” The last words were hoarse, his grip bruising as he tried to hold off his orgasm, deliberately slowing his strokes. “Come around me again, Aria. Fuck, baby, come on me.”

His words set me off and I shattered, giving up control.

Blood rushed in my ears as I shuddered around him. North’s eyes flared as his hips stilled for just a second and then he let out a hoarse yell of guttural pleasure as he climaxed.

North shook as he came hard, his hips jerking as the last of his orgasm drained from him.

He slumped over me, his head buried in my neck even as he held his weight off my body. He still throbbed inside me as my inner muscles pulsed every few seconds. I wrapped my arms around him, running my hands down his sweat-slickened back.

Holy. Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

I’d just had the best sex of my goddamn life.

Totally worth the embarrassing beginning to get to that, I mused.

Then North Hunter ruined it by lifting his head. He stared deep into my eyes and declared, “If you think for one second we’re a one-night-only deal, you’re very, very wrong, Ms. Howard. Because I plan to do that to you many, many fucking times.”





Fifteen


NORTH





Iknew immediately it was the wrong thing to say.

I knew it because the hands that had been stroking my back fell away and Aria froze beneath me.

Oh, bollocks. I braced myself over her as she refused to meet my eyes. One second she’d been flushed, warm, and inviting. Now every part of her silently screamed Get off me! “Aria—”

“I better go.” She pressed a hand to my chest. “Let me up.”

“Aria—”

Her eyes flashed to mine, angry and hard. “I said let me up.”

Gritting my teeth, I reluctantly eased out of her. She pushed up and covered her tits with her arm as if I was a stranger who hadn’t sucked her nipples until they’d swollen. Bloody Nora. I slid an arm around her waist, halting her.

The look she gave me would have felled a mountain lion. She was adorable. I wanted to throw her back down on the bed and make her come all over again. Sensing that grinning at her like a lovesick fool would send her running, I kept a straight face as I leaned in. “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We said one night. Now I’m leaving.”

“Technically, the night isn’t over.”

“North—”

I squeezed her waist, loving the feel of her lush warmth beneath my hand. “Don’t run away from this.” And by this, I meant the spark between us. There was something here. We’d just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life. Aye, I definitely got off on making her loosen up and share herself with me, but it was more than that. It was the electric chemistry present between us since the start. Aria Howard excited me beyond reason. I hadn’t lied when I said she was the sexiest woman I’d ever met, and now that I knew how phenomenal it was between us, there was no way I could live with the idea of onetime only with her.

Or just sex.

I wanted to know her. All of her.

Unfortunately, her gorgeous eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Run away from what? It was just sex.”

Irritation simmered. “Just sex? We both know it wasn’t just sex. It was fucking tremendous sex that comes along rarely, if ever.”

Then she gutted me with a scoff. “Oh, God, you don’t have to lay it on so thick to make me feel good. We had sex. You took my mind off my insecurities. Let’s call your job done and then call it a day.”

Furious, I released her. “Lay it on thick? My job done?”