Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
His eyes flared. “I’m a man, not a fucking actor. Acting is just what I do. I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through—”
“Been through?” I guffawed angrily, feeling literally and emotionally cornered. “We’ve been living in a goddamn luxury bubble in the middle of nowhere in Scotland! This isn’t the real world, North. In the real world, I could never know if you were with me for me or because of what you could get from me.”
“What I could get from you?” he hissed, his lips almost touching mine. “All I want is this.” He pressed a hand over my heart, his expression fierce, frustrated.
And suddenly, knowing that this was it, that this would be our last intimate moment together, I wasn’t ready for last night to be the last time I felt him inside of me. “No. All you want is this.” I crushed my mouth over his as my hand slid inside his jeans to stroke him.
His growl of need vibrated through me and then North slid his hands under my ass and lifted me onto the desk. As I plucked at the fastener on his jeans, he shoved the skirt of my dress up to my waist. Then he curled his fingers around my silky underwear, yanked them down my legs, and dropped them as I pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs. North held my gaze, his angry and wanting, as he checked my readiness, fingers searching gently, slipping inside me with ease. His nostrils flared at finding me hot and wet, and he groaned against my mouth before kissing me again, licking at my tongue with his, deepening the kiss until I was breathless with need.
My fingers clawed at his ass, trying to hold him closer, and North gave in, guiding himself to me.
Nudging before pushing in.
He grunted as my heat surrounded his tip, and he broke our kiss to look me in the eye as he thrust all the way in.
I fisted his T-shirt, my inner thighs drawing up tight against his hips as he pulled out and thrust back in. Hard. Desperate.
My lips parted on a cry, my head falling back as the sensation tightened deep within.
“Look at me,” North demanded as he anchored my hips in his hands. “Look at me, Aria.”
So I did. And seeing the emotion in his eyes, I wanted to close myself against it. But I couldn’t. No one made me believe I was as wanted and needed as him, and selfishly, I had to enjoy that one last time. To remember the way he made me feel.
“North …” His name was a plea.
His jaw clenched, his grip on me tightened, and he began to thrust. Hard, deep drives punctuated by my growing cries. I had no awareness of where we were or if anyone could hear us. All that mattered was him.
“I’m close, I’m close,” I panted.
His lips crushed over mine as he gentled his drives, teasing me, making tears prick my eyes. Especially as he pressed kisses along my jaw, down my throat. “This will never be over for me, princess,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Never. You’re in my blood,” he growled, his hips quickening as he felt my inner muscles tightening with my coming release. “You always will be.”
My climax hit, my heart pounding as pleasure exploded through me. I throbbed around North in powerful waves, and he cried out against my throat as it brought him to release. He pulsed inside me, shuddering with the force of it.
Quickly, however, reality set in.
A chill skated over my body, and grief clawed at my throat.
North released a long exhale that shivered across my skin. He squeezed my hips before raising his head to look at me.
When I lowered my eyes, unable to bear the feelings he wouldn’t hide from me, North muttered a curse and pulled out.
“I didn’t wear a condom,” he said as he pulled my skirt down to cover me before fixing himself.
My heart raced, but not at the news we’d forgone protection. “I’m on the pill, remember? And I’m sexually healthy.”
“So am I.” He exhaled shakily. “Aria, please look at me.”
I owed him that. To not be a coward. Pushing off the desk, I smoothed my dress, ignoring my underwear lying on the office floor or the feel of his cum between my thighs.
North shook his head, fists clenched at his sides. “Walking away from this is a big fucking mistake.”
“I would end up hurting you, or you me,” I whispered, too emotional to speak louder. “I’d rather it end now like this.”
“I don’t want it to end,” he stated simply.
Heartbreakingly.
A huge part of me wanted to fly into his arms and beg him to forgive me so we could just go on as we were.
Yet I knew how drastically things were about to change once he started filming again. I knew all my bitter insecurities would destroy us. Or … my faith in him would be misplaced and he’d hurt me. As long as he was acting, my old wounds wouldn’t allow me to believe he wouldn’t eventually try to use me. Or cheat on me with a future beautiful leading lady.