North of Heartbreak by Julie Rowe

pregnant if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “You can’t get pregnant?”
    “No, I had an…accident. The scarring is so extensive my doctor says my chances of getting pregnant are less than one percent.”
    “That’s better odds than with a condom.”
    “Yeah.”
    He looked down at her breasts and licked his lips.
    “I haven’t been with anyone in several months,” he said. “Before I came up here I got tested for every disease known to man. I’m clean.”
    “It’s been years for me and I get tested often for work. I’m clean too.”
    Liam’s eyes dilated. “Years?”
    She nodded.
    He cleared his throat. “Okay, so…no condom?”
    She drew in a deep breath. “I’m fine with it if you are.”
    “No condom. Naked. Oh God, I’m going to lose my mind.” He kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth, making it clear how much the idea turned him on.
    “Shirt off,” she mumbled.
    Liam struggled to get it over his head and ended up ripping off several buttons. He pressed his chest against hers, groaning.
    “Your turn.” She attacked his jeans, starving for a morsel of him. Willa got the zipper down and peeled the denim down his legs, snagging his underwear with it. “Bed,” she ordered, pulling him with her. He crawled over her. She gasped as his erection sprang free. “Wow, you’re big.”
    Liam started to laugh. “Are you trying to give me a swelled head?”
    “Yes.” She glanced down and encircled him with one hand, stroking slowly upward to caress the tip. “It’s working too.”
    His laughter died as she continued to stroke. “Come here,” he growled.
    He slid her up until he could kiss her then proceeded to learn her body and how she liked to be touched. He found a sensitive spot on her neck and licked, sucked and nibbled on it.
    Willa squirmed, her hands roving his back and shoulders. She kissed whatever part of him she could reach, moaning his name.
    He worked his way down her neck to her breasts and treated them with the same attentiveness.
    “Liam, please. Please, please.”
    He answered by slipping his free hand down, his fingers seeking out her hot slick core.
    “You’re so wet.”
    “I’m dying here. Please, do something.”
    He settled himself between her thighs then stopped, poised above her.
    “It’s not too late to stop,” he said, breathing hard.
    She clutched at him with her hands and legs. “I’m so close, please.”
    He took himself in hand and rubbed his tip in her wetness, teasing them both. Willa pulled him close and he entered her slowly, pulling back once before pressing all the way in. “You feel unbelievable.”
    She wiggled in response.
    “Don’t. Holy…” Liam moved, thrusting hard and fast, changing angles slightly, going deeper yet.
    Willa groaned then began to shiver, her teeth clattering as her orgasm rolled over her.
    Liam bucked against her and groaned as he came. Then he rested his head on her shoulder.
    She couldn’t stop the tears streaming from beneath her closed eyes. She’d never felt anything like that before. Never made love with a man as interested in her pleasure as his own.
    His breath whispered past her ear. “Willa? You okay?”
    She smiled then laughed. “Okay? That was…” She still couldn’t catch her breath. “Wow.” Her entire body felt lighter, renewed, yet she couldn’t stop crying.
    Her hands clutched at him as she struggled to find an emotional safe harbor. But calm was impossible, her breathing ragged as she shook in the aftermath of pleasure so intense she was amazed she was still conscious.
    “Shh, shh.” Liam wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs. “It was pretty wow for me too.” His gaze moved over her face as if memorizing each feature. “So beautiful.”
    He sounded like Prince Charming, always with the right words dancing on his tongue. “I don’t know where you got those rose-colored glasses, but wait until I leave the room before you take them off.”
    “You don’t