Page 18 of Aspen's Defense

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.

Her hands delve into my hair again, fingers plucking at the short strands. I nip her lower belly, prying her legs farther apart.

Cum spills into my boxers in a steady stream as her intoxicating scent hits me. I bury my face in her pussy, breathing her in. Even here, she smells like peaches and caramel.

I press my tongue to the seam of her panties, tasting her through them. That little taste annihilates my self-control as soon as it hits my tongue.

Ah, fuck.

I yank her panties to the side, using my tongue to part her folds on my way to her clit.

"Noah!" Her shout rings out around us, her body jolting.

I eat her like a starving man, gorging myself on her as she shouts and shakes and cries out for me. Her juices drench my face as I drag her closer, closer, until there's nowhere else for her to go except for on my tongue.

She claws my shoulders when I force the tip inside her tight little hole to fuck her with it. Her sobs grow louder.

She's going to come.

I grind my nose against her clit and stiffen my tongue, forcing it deeper.

Her body seizes up. My name leaves her lips in a euphoric cry, and she shatters, soaking my face.

I eat her through it, and then clean up the mess I made.

She falls limp beneath me, breathing hard. Her auburn hair is tangled around her flushed face. Her lips swollen from my kisses. Her expression soft.

"Beautiful," I whisper, crawling up her body to pull her into my arms.

Chapter Seven

Aspen

"Aspen."

I jolt awake, crying out in shock as someone shakes me. A man looms over me. For a moment, I think it's one of the men from the shop. And then I see familiar green eyes, and a wave of relief hits me.

"Noah," I croak. Why is my throat so dry?

"Are you okay, Dimples?"