Page 139 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate

Then Noah rips off his tie.

“Hot.”

Noah glares at me, then tosses the tie onto the floor. I totally understand why I woke up last time to a clothes-strewn floor.

Noah’s long fingers stretches across his broad chest, and he unbuttons his shirt. He moves way too slowly, and I hop off the bed.

“I’ll help you!”

Noah glowers, lifts me in his arms which are somehow even more bulky than when we met, but I guess that’s the NHL for you, and throws me back onto the bed.

“Rude.”

“You have a job,” Noah says.

“Oh, yeah?”

“I want to see you naked in five seconds.”

That’s all it takes. I tear off my clothes, and Noah tears off his clothes, and I wonder if Noah and I did more than snuggle in our sleep on our wedding night.

Well, we can recreate a racy version.

“On your knees,” Noah says.

I scramble for the perfect pose, then sense Noah stalk behind me.

He’s so sexy. I married the sexiest husband possible.

“Like this?” I ask.

“Nah.” Noah flips me onto my back, then climbs up between my legs. “I want to see you.”

“Aw.” I grin into his dancing eyes,then his lips are upon me, and I wrap my arms around him.

There’s probably no chance Noah will flee, but I hold him against me, just in case. His heart beats against mine, and our bodies are soon slick with sweat.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you.”

“I mean, I really love you.”

He grins.

“Oh, no. I take that back.”

“What?”

“I mean, if you’re going to stop and stare at me. I mean, we could be kissing.”

He dives back into my arms. “Good call.”

Then there is much laughter, much love, and finally, much lovemaking.

And it’s awesome.

“Forever and ever?” I ask.

“And ever and ever,” he rumbles back, and if I didn’t decide to kiss him, I totally would still be staring at the ceiling with a blissful expression on my face.

A year ago, I assured myself everything would be fine, but I was wrong. It is fantastic, and I vow to spend the rest of my life showing Noah how happy I am that we ended up married.