To Professor, with Love (Forbidden Men #2)(72)

She blinked. “I...” Shaking her head, she glanced at the lasagna before turning back to me. “Yeah, I made lasagna. What were you saying about being put in a hospital? How old were you?”

I kind of liked the fierce expression on her face, as if she wanted to go defend the past me. I waved a hand. “Oh, ten or so. The point is, I ended up with stiches, and they irritated the hell out of me when they were ready to come out because they itched so much. But, seriously, how did you know lasagna was my favorite meal?”

“I just craved lasagna tonight.”

“Well, you made enough for an army.” I slid it free and set it on the hot plate she’d already set up on the countertop. “So, I’m saying your subconscious knew I was coming and your telepathy told you to make me this.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she rested her hip against the counter as she faced me. “And I’m saying you’re completely ridiculous.” She shook her head, her eyes twinkling. “You know, when I first saw you, I had no idea you’d be quite this...playful.”

I caught her waist and pulled her up against me. Anchoring her bottom against the counter so I could press into her, I ducked my face and brushed my nose against her neck. “I had no idea about a lot of things about you, so I’d say we’re even on that score. You are nothing like I thought you’d be. You’re better. So...so much better.”

When I grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, she yelped out her surprise. “Noel!”

I grinned. “What? I think we should eat topless.” Her hands went to cover her plain white bra, but I caught her wrists. “Don’t.” My voice was soft. Pleading. “I want to see you.”

I heard her swallow. Her body trembled against mine. Then she lifted her bright green eyes and confessed, “Then I want to see you too.”

I breathed easier. “Done.” My own shirt was off half a second later.

Eyes widening, Aspen ran her gaze over me with a look of complete awe. “Wow.”

“Feel free to touch,” I told her. “Because I plan to.”

I smoothed my fingers over the ugly black stitches on her shoulder. She shuddered and closed her eyes, so I kept on, shifting my hand up until I caught hold of the strap of her bra. I slid it off and kissed the patch of skin it’d been hiding. Kissing my way down to the breast it no longer supported, I brushed the cup aside and took her nipple into my mouth. There, I suckled, making her groan until finally she touched me back. She curled her hand around the back of my neck, and clung to me while I tugged gently on her breast.

As my tongue worked over the hard peak, she trailed her hands down my back. When she reached the waistband of my jeans, she came around to the front, made a tentative sweep over my six-pack and then popped open the top button of my jeans. That’s when I couldn’t take it any longer.

“You know, we should wait for that lasagna to cool down before we eat it.”

“We really should,” she agreed and kissed my pec, right over my heart as she made a humming sound in her throat and slid my zipper down.

Gripping her hips, I picked her up. “I have the perfect idea of how we could bide our time.”

Teeth nipped my earlobe before she whispered, “Take me to bed.”

***

ASPEN



Noel laid me almost reverently on my mattress. Then he stepped back and ripped open his jeans. I sat up, utterly captivated. He was perfectly formed, his body a sculpted piece of art. As he pushed stiff denim over his hips and down his legs, I swear my mouth watered. I swallowed and let my gaze drop down every blessed inch of him, then back up to his bulging boxers.

“I like how you watch me.” He put on even more of a show by hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.

“I like watching you.” Holding my breath, I waited and then...wow. He pushed the boxes down until he was gloriously naked.

“You like?” Holding his hands open at his sides, he turned slowly to give me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view. His tight, narrow butt was just as impressive as what bobbed out the front.

I could barely tear my gaze away. But I managed to meet his eyes. “You’ll do.”

He laughed and crawled onto the bed, pausing when he bumped his knee against the paperback I’d been reading last night before going to bed. Scowling at it, he picked it up and tossed it over his shoulder.

I gasped in outrage. “Hey! My book.”

“I’ll apologize to it later, I swear.” Then he hulked over me and stared down into my eyes.

I narrowed him a half-hearted scowl. “That’s two paperbacks now that have been harmed because of you. I hope you realize that’s not a good way to start a relationship with a book junkie.”

He merely arched an eyebrow. “Two books?”

“Yeah. That one, and the one I drenched in the bathtub when I—” Remembering he knew absolutely nothing about the bathroom incident, I snapped my mouth shut and flushed a deep scarlet.

“Bathtub?” He caught on to my distress a little too easily and gave a wicked grin. “Were you perhaps...naked in this bathtub?”

I gulped unable to take my eyes off his. “I usually am when I’m in the bath.”

“Hmm.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I’m having a hard time picturing you that way. Can you give me a better visual?”