Page 29 of Aspen's Defense

That's as far as I get before he launches himself at me. My back lands against a row of lockers as his lips crash down on mine. He kisses me until I can't breathe, running his hands all over my body. He sets me ablaze, igniting me like a supernova.

"It's about goddamn time, Dimples," he growls against my lips.

I smile, beaming like the sun. "Take me home before I change my mind, Noah."

Chapter Ten

Noah

I don't remember the drive to the house. All I can think about is the woman sitting beside me. The one who just told me that she's in love with me. Fuck, I'd hoped. And prayed. But I didn't think I stood a chance in hell of hearing those words from her perfect lips anytime soon.

Being wrong has never felt so right.

She's in love with me. She's mine.

Fucking finally.

As soon as we pull into the driveway, she bounces out of the truck like a spring. I catch her on the front porch, crowding her up against the wall.

"You trying to get away from me, Dimples?"

"No. I'm trying to get you naked, Noah." She shoots me a cheeky grin. "I want to see this tattoo of yours."

I chuckle, tipping her face up to mine to kiss her. "Maybe I'll let you see it."

She hums against my lips as I press her back against the wall, pressing my dick against her belly. She trembles, moaning my name when she feels it.

"You keep making that sound, we aren't going to make it inside, Aspen."

She moans again, fucking with me this time.

I nip her bottom lip and then scoop her up into my arms. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, planting her lips against the side of my throat. I growl, palming her ass as I fight to keep us upright and get the key into the lock at the same time.

"You're making it damn hard to concentrate over here."

"Good," she hums against my skin, dragging her teeth down the tendon in my neck.

I growl, nearly ripping the fucking door off the hinges in my haste to get her through it. It slams behind us. I pause long enough to lock it and then charge for the bedroom.

Her teeth close around the shell of my ear, delivering a stinging bite.

We fall in a tangle of arms and legs onto the bed. She isn't content to let me lead. She's eager to explore, running her hands all over me. Touching me like I've been doing to her for the last couple days.

I growl, arching upward as her hand brushes my cock through my sweats. "You're killing me."

"Yeah?" She likes knowing that. "Take them off, Noah. I want to see you."

"You first."

She shrugs and strips her shirt off over her head. I swallow hard when her bra immediately follows.

Somehow, she keeps getting even more beautiful every damn time I see her. It shouldn't be statistically possible, but she just gets more perfect. I'm so in love with her its ridiculous. I'm not ashamed of it, though. She could bring me to my knees with a crook of her finger and I'd happily kneel.

I strip down too, giving her what she wants. To see me. Her eyes eat me alive as I pull my shirt off and then drag my sweats down. She reaches out, running her hand down my abdomen toward my cock. There's no missing him. He's a hard bastard, pointing heavenward.

"Fuck," I groan, arching into her touch.

"You're beautiful," she says simply. Her other hand traces the tattoo running down my thigh. "I thought the hockey puck was the only one."