Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I kiss her until she's shifting restlessly beneath me, little whimpers breaking from her lips. She needs release. I know she didn't sleep any better than I did last night. Nearly being shot this morning didn't help. She needs five minutes to forget everything but how good she can feel.
Maybe it's selfish of me to want to be the one who gives her that, but I fucking need it. I'm losing it for her. In more ways than one.
Little by little, she's consuming me. Every thought leads back to her. Obsession has taken root over the last twenty-four hours, and it's only growing stronger.
I've been certain of exactly two things in my life. Hockey and the woman beneath me. She feels like my future, deep in my bones. I can't explain it. Hell, I'm not sure there is an explanation that doesn't sound completely insane. But I saw her, and I knew. Just like that.
I need her on the same page. By any means necessary.
I kiss my way down her throat, pulling her shirt up at the same time. There's no way I'm getting a taste of her without seeing her spread out beneath me.
She shivers as I skim my hands up her sides, loving her softness. Her skin. Her body. All of it is soft and perfect. My dick has never been this hard. I've never wanted to get inside someone as badly as I want in her.
Hanging onto my virginity was never the battle people seem to think it was. I didn't dodge temptation at every turn. No one ever interested me enough to tempt my focus away from my career. Not until now. Not until her.
She leans up, allowing me to pull her shirt off over her head. I drop it off the side of the bed, laying her back to get a look at her.
Early morning sunlight spills in through windows, giving her a golden glow. Her full breasts peek from the tops of her red bra. Her hard nipples press against the thin fabric. She's so goddamn beautiful.
"Jesus, Dimples," I whisper, running my thumb over her nipple. "I didn't know you were going to blow my mind before I ever got my mouth on you."
A pretty blush climbs up her cheeks. Her eyes flit across my face, searching again. Whatever she sees there makes her smile. "I always thought supermodels would be more your type."
"Fuck no." I grimace at the thought, not because I have anything against supermodels but simply because the thought is preposterous to me. And then her statement truly sinks in. "You thought about me."
"No!"
"You did."
"Maybe a little," she confesses in a whisper.
"How much is a little?"
"You were my first crush." She looks up at me through her lashes. "Maybe you still are."
I growl, leaning down over her again. My teeth close around her nipple.
"Noah!"
I chuckle against her breast. "I like the thought of you thinking about me, Dimples. A whole helluva lot."
She moans my name, pulling my hair as I suck and bite her nipples through her bra. I slide my hand down her round belly, aiming for heaven.
She doesn't stop me. Instead, her legs fall open as if in invitation.
I take it, cupping her pussy through her pants.
"Noah," she moans.
"I can already feel how wet you are, Aspen." I press my face to her throat, trying like hell not to come in my pants here and now. "You're fucking soaked for me."
"Yes. Please, Noah."
I groan, her sweet little plea driving me closer to the edge. I need to get her off fast. If I don't, there's no way I'm going to keep my dick out of her.
I quickly undo her pants, working them down her legs. She helps by kicking her shoes off. Together, we manage to slip her pants off, leaving them dangling from the side of the bed.
"Jesus," I groan, though I think it might be a prayer of gratitude. Because Aspen in nothing but a bra and panties is a sight to behold. I stare at her for a long moment, trying to burn this vision into my brain.
"You're making me nervous."
"You're making me forget that I'm supposed to be a gentleman," I return.
She tilts her head as if she isn't sure what I mean.
"You've got my cock so hard I can't think straight," I clarify.
"Oh. Then don't think."
"Don't tempt me, baby. I'll be fucking my kid into you faster than you can say my name."
I don't know if she takes that as a challenge, if she's trying to push me over the edge, if she just enjoys torturing me, or if she just can't help herself, but mischief flashes in her eyes. She meets my gaze. "Noah," she says, smirking.
I launch myself at her, falling on her like a man possessed. She gasps as my lips glide down her abdomen, paying homage to the little stretch marks that I find so fucking sexy. She may be twelve years younger than me, but she's all woman, in every way.