Or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking on your behalf.
Instead of asking how he intended to do that when she was leaving soon, she kissed him back just as passionately.
Wanting to keep him with her.
Always.
Drawing back, he nipped at her lip and she was shocked as that small amount of pain zinged through her body, making her pussy pulse with need.
He lifted her into the air, against his chest where he held her like a baby. Then he walked over to North.
“Come,” he said to North.
But the other man shook his head, watching her closely. “I’m going to sit this out.”
She tensed. What did he mean? He wasn’t going to be a part of this? But she thought he wanted her?
Oh, was he disgusted by her now?
She buried her face in Jared’s chest. Normally, she’d come up with some bravado comment to push North further away.
Tell him that he was a giant dick who could go suck a bag of dicks.
See, totally eloquent.
But right now she was vulnerable and raw. She’d basically just laid out the things that Fergus had done to her.
Being rejected right now was like being flayed with his whip, having her back torn to bits. She could feel each hit against her skin.
Angie gasped for breath.
“Whoa, baby. Hey, it’s all right. North isn’t rejecting you. He’s actually trying to do the right thing while doing the exact wrong thing.”
“Why is she panicking?” North asked.
“Because you’re rejecting her. She just laid herself bare and you’re running.”
“What? I am not running. I’m right here.”
“You said you wouldn’t sleep with her, right after she told you her limits. Limits she obviously has because of what my father did to her. So now she probably thinks you don’t want her. Maybe even that she disgusts you.”
Whoa.
Jared was good. How did he know all that?
“Angie? Is Jared right? Is that what you think?” North asked
“I . . . yes,” she whispered, trying to be brave.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head at North’s command. She couldn’t turn her head and look at him. She felt too ashamed and embarrassed. And she figured she’d probably burst into tears. Which would likely ruin the evening.
Not that it already wasn’t ruined.
“Look. At. Me.”
There was so much command in his voice that she found herself turning her head to study him.
