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I watchedNorth’s hungry gaze run over my body. He was looking at me like I was his lifeline.

Why did I like that so much?

The darkness in his eyes slid away. Exactly as I’d hoped. It was replaced by hot desire.

He reached for me and yanked me onto his lap. I straddled him, gasping. His trousers were damp, his skin was damp. I pressed my hands to his broad shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful, Jess. I never get tired of looking at you.”

He lifted me up, and then his hot mouth clamped over one of my breasts.

Sensation exploded inside me. In seconds, my nipples were tight buds, and heat filled me. I’d gone from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. I never knew it was possible to want someone this much.

I writhed, feeling the hard bulge beneath me.

“North.” My head dropped back, and he switched to my other breast.

“You have no idea, Jess. No idea how much you affect me.” He lapped at my stiff nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

I jerked my hips again, grinding down on his cock. “I have a hint.”

He growled, then he kissed me. The taste of him flowed through me, making me gasp. Then, he pressed kisses to my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. “I miss you when we’re apart. How is that even possible?”

My heart squeezed. I leaned into him and pressed my mouth to his. As we kissed, his hands—those hands I’d admired so many times over the last few weeks—roamed over my body. Neck, shoulders, breasts, sides, belly. Every caress set off shivers down my spine.

Then his hand was between my legs, sliding inside the already soaked fabric of my panties. My body jerked. A thick finger pushed inside me.

My lips parted, my hips pushed against his hand. It felt so good.

“You’re so slick.” He made a low, masculine noise. “You know how badly I want to sink inside this hot, little body?”

My heart hammered, need filling every cell, every pore. “As much as I want you inside me.”

His fingers clenched on the side of my panties. “How much do you like these panties?”

“I have others.”

He wrenched his hand and the fabric tore.

Butterflies went crazy in my belly. That was so hot.

Then he fumbled with his cargo pants and urged me up. I felt the brush of his hard cock between my legs. Anticipation made my belly clench.

We froze there, his cock notched between my thighs. My gaze was locked with his blue one.

“Do it,” I murmured, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“Jess…” Then he pressed inside me.

My chest hitched, my pulse thudded in my ears like a drum.

He groaned, then thrust up, filling me to the hilt. I moaned. Nothing felt better than North Connors buried inside me.

We were joined. It was impossible to get any closer.

Gripping his shoulders, my fingers biting into his ink, I started to ride. I picked up the pace, and soon we were both panting, our bodies slick with perspiration. His hands clenched on my ass, working me faster up and down on his cock.

I ground my hips in a circle, needing more. “Rub my clit,” I panted.