Her certainty turned on her within about two-point-three seconds, which is approximately how much time it took him to overpower her and pin her down on the bed.
He leaned over her, his legs bracketing hers and his hand pressing her wrists to the bed. His free hand leaned on the mattress as he placed his body over hers.
Holy. Crap.
How was this . . . hot?
What was wrong with her? She wasn’t attracted to North, was she?
North was . . . scary.
She didn’t know what had happened to him between when she’d first met him until now.
But the guy was an emotional vacuum.
He didn’t even seem like he was a real person. He was a robot.
Terrifying and dark.
But right at this moment, she felt the urge to rip off his clothes, roll him onto his back and have her wicked way with him.
You are losing it.
You do not want North. You like Jared.
No, no, no.
She didn’t want to like either of them.
“I want to die an old maid.”
“What?” North asked.
“I want to die an old maid. I mean, I can’t. Since Fergus . . . well, I don’t want to talk about that.”
“No,” North said in a cold voice. “We shouldn’t talk about that.”
His tone and face gave away none of his feelings . . . but she almost thought . . . no, she had to be imagining that.
“Right. But that means I can’t die an old maid. I’m a ruined old maid.”
“First, you are not old. Second, you are not a maid. Third, you are certainly not ruined. And four, why are you talking like you’re eighty?”
Angie shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel eighty some days.” Sometimes it felt like she’d already lived three lifetimes. And she wasn’t sure how she could keep going. She was . . . flat. Out of energy.
“Fergus has only ruined you if you allow him to ruin you. So stop wallowing and prove that he didn’t ruin you. You can’t just lie around and feel sorry for yourself. Nobody is going to make life happen for you. You have to do it.”
“Right and the one time that I try to make a life for myself, to do something I want, some bastard kidnaps me.” Anger surged through her and she attempted to drive herself up at him, to knock him off her.
But he held still and all she managed to do was press her pussy and boobs against him.
She swallowed heavily.
Holy. Heck.
That felt far too good for her peace of mind. She searched for any sign that he felt the same. Any trembling in his arms, his eyes closing, his breath going faster.
Nothing.
