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)
"Dimples."
I'm not sure if it's his closeness, the last few hours, the lack of sleep, the fact that I've had a crush on him for years, or temporary insanity, but as soon as I feel his hand on my arm, the ability to think rationally vanishes in a puff of smoke. I practically launch myself at him, desperate to feel his lips against mine again.
"Fuck," he grunts, knocked back a step. His arms lash around me, dragging me up against the hard wall of his chest. His lips come down over mine, sending a wave of heat surging through me.
All the back and forth and worries and fear and doubts fall silent as pure bliss courses through my veins. It ignites my bloodstream, pouring molten desire straight into the very heart of me. I gasp against his lips, shaken to my very foundation by the intensity of his kiss and my reaction to it. By how desperately I don't want it to end. And by one simple truth…this man will consume me if I let him.
Chapter Six
Noah
Aspen wraps herself around me, kissing me as if she needs me more than she needs air. I thrust my hand into her hair, anchoring her to me as I lick into her mouth to get another taste of her. She's the sweetest little caramel morsel, far more addictive than the coffee she serves up or the scones she bakes to perfection.
I run my free hand down her back to her round ass. She whimpers when I squeeze one plump cheek in my hand, testing the weight of it. I want to smack it to watch it bounce and jiggle. I already know it will. Christ, I want to see it when it does. Preferably with her stretched out over my lap, moaning my name.
Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, delivering an impatient, impertinent little bite.
My dick imprints itself against my zipper.
I growl, boosting her up into my arms. Packing her shit can wait. I need to know what this goddess sounds like when she's coming all over my tongue. Right fucking now.
"Where's your room, Dimples?"
"Hall," she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hands delve into my hair.
I plant both hands on her ass, charging down the hall with her. The first door we pass is a bathroom. The second is a small office. The third is her bedroom. It's not much bigger than the office, but it's calm and comforting.
I kick the door closed to keep Brick out and then march toward the bed. Fluffy throw pillows land in a heap on the floor as I drop her in the middle of the bed. She cries out, startled. Before the sound even dies, I'm on her again, taking her lips in another deep kiss.
Jesus. I can't stop kissing her.
"I want to taste you. Tell me I can." I break away from her lips, leaving a trail of kisses down her throat.
"I…I…"
"You need to come, baby. I can feel it."
"I've never…" Her soft whisper barely reaches me.
I lift my head, meeting her gaze. "Me either."
She blinks those long lashes at me, shock painted across her gorgeous face. "You're a virgin?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes."
I chuckle at her response. "There's a reason your brother trusted me with you, Dimples."
"He knows?"
"It's not a secret." I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, trying not to bite it. Focusing on this conversation when she's beneath me is damn hard. "I've never hidden who I am from the people who matter." I pause. "You're one of those people, in case you're wondering."
Her gaze flits across my face, searching for something. Some hint that I'm just fucking with her, perhaps. She doesn't trust easily. I think she wants to trust me, though. I see it in her eyes. But she's afraid to take that leap. Afraid, perhaps, of where she might land.
I get it. Putting your heart in someone else's hands is a terrifying prospect. I think maybe it's the most terrifying prospect for a woman like Aspen, one so fiercely independent that she moved across the country alone just to put space between her and her overprotective brother. She's never been in love before, but she has known loss. An infinite well of it. How daunting it must seem to risk her heart knowing how badly it can break.
But Aspen is no coward. She doesn't run from the things that frighten her. When faced with a choice between doing what's safe and doing what scares her, I think she'd choose what scares her every single time.
Trusting me scares the hell out of her.
"Kiss me," she whispers.
I willingly oblige, brushing my lips across hers until she softens beneath me, going pliant in my arms with a sweet sigh of surrender. Tension drains from her, her fears lying quietly.