Among the Heather (The Highlands #2) Read Online Samantha Young

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Highlands Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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Remembering the way he’d kneeled over me, powering into me, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t been thinking about the way I looked beneath him. When Lucas took me in that position, I always worried that my belly jiggled with his thrusts, so I always maneuvered him out of it.

Not with North.

I hadn’t cared with North.

He’d made me feel so wanted and attractive I could almost cry thinking about it now. If someone had told me a single night with that Scot could soothe wounds I’d been nursing for years, I never would have believed them. He hadn’t miraculously made me trust men, but I trusted he found me attractive. That he liked my body. And that feeling was addictive. The emails I’d usually use as an excuse not to return to my lonely beach house held no appeal. Instead, my skin flushed at the thought of sneaking upstairs to North’s room.

I hadn’t seen him today. He’d stayed away. Maybe he wouldn’t want me again, anyway.

I should go home.

But the thought of those big empty rooms, my empty bed, filled me with dread. When instead I could have North’s hands on my body, his lips … making me feel good. My pulse raced and I throbbed between my legs.

Oh, hell.

“Suck it up,” I whispered hotly to myself, trying to talk my body into calming down. “Go home, put on a TV show, and forget about him.” He was a disaster waiting to happen.

Decision made, I shut down my computer and grabbed my stuff. I couldn’t help but glance at my phone again to see if Allegra had texted back. She hadn’t. Another pang of hurt flared in my chest. There was an unread text from Mamma, but I left it unread for the night. She’d tried calling me earlier, yet I wasn’t in the mood for her today. Not exactly a pleasant thing to think about my mother, whom I loved dearly, but North had put me in a good mindset about self-esteem and I didn’t want my mother ruining it so soon.

Wakefield had finished for the day an hour ago, and the night butler was most likely hovering near the dining room where I could hear the murmur of guests having a late evening meal. I’d eaten dinner at my desk, trying to catch up on work that would have been done earlier if I hadn’t been so distracted.

The sound of my heels was muffled on the Aubusson carpets as I strolled toward the hallway that would lead me past the grand reception room and into the staff quarters. Before I could reach it, my attention caught on the staff elevator.

The one that would take me upstairs.

To North.

A deep tug in my belly took me by surprise, but I forced myself to keep heading in the opposite direction.

I was almost past the elevator when suddenly my feet changed direction.

Oh my God, what are you doing? My breathing grew shallow with excitement as I hurried to the elevator and hit the button. The doors opened and I hopped inside before I could talk myself out of it.

You’re insane. This will only end badly.

“Probably,” I muttered to myself.

But I needed another hit of whatever drug North Hunter was, and until I got it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. And being with him tonight sounded so much better than going home alone to the house.

Despite my confident decision to give into this potentially dangerous addiction, my legs trembled as I hurried off the elevator and down the hall to North’s room, hoping desperately not to bump into another member. When I reached his door, that fear stopped me from hesitating.

I knocked without overthinking it.

At the sound of his footsteps drawing near, my pulse raced and the throbbing between my legs intensified. Then the door opened, and he stood with damp hair that told me he’d just showered, jeans, bare feet, and a white T-shirt that hung perfectly on those deceptively broad shoulders.

Sex on legs.

North’s beautiful gray eyes rounded ever so slightly at my appearance.

I stated quietly, “Just sex? No strings?”

At the hesitant, wary expression on his face, I felt suddenly vulnerable.

Oh my God. He’d changed his mind.

One night had been enough.

I opened my mouth to tell him to forget about it, but the squeak of surprise that popped out cut me off as North took hold of my arm and hauled me into his room.

A while later, I felt so warm and relaxed, my limbs sunk with perfect heaviness into North’s mattress as I stared up at the ceiling and caught my breath.

He lay naked at my side, his arms sprawled above his head as his breathing finally relaxed too.

As soon as the man had closed the door on us, he practically ripped off my clothes and vice versa. We didn’t say a word. We just attacked each other with our bodies and commenced a round of epic sex that proved last night was not an anomaly.


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