And I don’t know if it was the danger of getting caught, the ferocity with which he was taking me or just the fact that we were getting to know each other’s bodies better, but the orgasm that followed was beyond incredible. My head dropped back and I let out a little shout that echoed all around us as every muscle in my body tightened. I was coming in air-stealing waves, not even able to gasp my next breath. The stars may have started twirling overhead, too…mingling and swirling with those Northern Lights like a giant kaleidoscope in the night sky.

I fell against the hood of the truck trying to catch my next breath, the pleasure wrung forcibly from my body. I was still coming even as he moved gently inside me, as if he wanted to savor the feeling too.

“Oh God, that was… fuck yeah,” I gasped.

“Fuck yeah is right,” he said tightly, and then he began pounding against me again. I locked my elbows, bracing against the car as he groaned behind me. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed just before he stilled, stiffening against me. He let out a long breath as I felt the pulses of his orgasm deep inside. Pressing a flushed cheek to the cold hood of the car, I let out a low moan, loving the feel of him inside me.

For a long time, he didn’t move, just stood there holding me as his hoarse breathing normalized. Slowly, carefully, he released me from his tight hold and pulled out of me. I missed the feel of him already.

I heard him remove the condom and shove it inside what sounded like a plastic bag.

After buttoning himself up, he bent and pulled my underwear and pants up my legs, landing a kiss on my hip. I quickly zipped and buttoned my jeans, then turned around to face him. He took my shoulders in his hands.

“That was a lot more fun than arguing,” he murmured.

“That was almost an international incident. I don’t even have my passport with me.”

“Oh, chill… Bears do it in the woods. Why can’t we?”

I slapped his chest. “I’m not kidding. What if Mr. Canadian Mountie had gotten out of the truck?”

“What if he had?” He shrugged. “Besides, I can’t think of a better reason to go to jail. And it’s Canada. How bad could their jail even be? ‘Sorry I had to arrest you, sir. That was pretty impolite of me, eh?’” he mocked in a faux Canadian accent. I couldn’t help but snicker.

He pulled away and opened the passenger door for me. I slid inside and watched as he came around the front and climbed into his side. I shivered on the cold leather seat.

“Here, take the blanket.” He grabbed it off the box in the back and handed it to me. I tucked it around myself. “The concierge packed some food. Are you hungry?”

“I don’t know. Did you poison it?”

“Only the apples.” He winked and smiled that devilishly handsome smile.

I reached back and pulled out a package of cheese and crackers, handing it to him, then grabbed one for myself.

“So much for the ‘one-night thing,’ huh?” I cocked a brow at him.

“Technically, all three times have occurred within a twenty-four-hour period.”

“Ah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I guess we are safe, then.”

His gaze cut to mine. “You’re not safe, Weiss. Take my word for it.”

I set down the slice of cheese I was about to eat. “The cheese is poisoned, too?”

“The cheese is fine. But the Big Bad Wolf is hungry for more than food.” His eyes roamed my face.

“What if I still don’t like you?”

“You don’t have to like me. You just have to like what I want to do to you.”

I swallowed, thrilled again by his words. “Well…we are out of the country. Maybe it doesn’t count if we’re across international borders.”

“I like how you think. I think we should make the most of our Canadian carte blanche.”

I snacked on my cheese and crackers and watched through the windshield as the Northern Lights continued to dance across the inky sky.

Our differences had not been resolved—not by a long shot—but we silently agreed to table it.

And we did table it, quite literally. We had sex on the dining room table when we got back to the penthouse. Followed by the bed.

Apparently, this was all I was ever going to get. So if I went home walking bowlegged like a cowboy, then so be it. At least we’d enjoyed ourselves.

The only problem was… I wasn’t ready for it to end. But I’d be the last person in the world to tell him that. Because, like it or not, he was ready.

Chapter 22