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 screamedGet 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?”
Instead of answering, she shoved away from me and scrambled off the bed. I only had a brief glimpse of her magnificent sweetheart-shaped arse before she shimmied into her skirt with impressive speed.
I launched off the bed as she yanked on her shirt. I grabbed her wrist.
“What are you doing?” she huffed in annoyance as I dragged her into the bathroom with me.
“I have to deal with this fucking condom, and I don’t want you running out while I do.”
“Oh, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?” I released her hand to take off the condom and watched her glance down and then look away like a schoolmarm. If her olive skin could blush, I bet she’d be a hundred shades of red.
“Was that necessary?” she asked once I was done. She glared as she buttoned up her shirt.
