Page 158 of Devious Obsession
The clock on the dash reads 3:05 a.m.
Greyson parks at the hockey house. Jacob hops out and gives us a wave before heading straight to his vehicle. I toss a nod at Greyson and Violet, too, before shepherding Aspen inside. They’re going to head home. And soon enough, Knox and Miles will be returning here.
For now, though, it’s quiet. Empty.
We go up to my room, and I close us in. She stands in the middle of it with her arms wrapped around her middle. The scrubs the nurse gave her are loose and baggy, but at least they’re free of blood. One of the nurses in the emergency department helped clean the blood off her face, and cleaned up my face, too. I can feel it in my hair, on my neck.
All in all, a fucking traumatic night.
I go to her and run my fingers through her hair. Stroking it away from her temple. She has a bruise forming on her cheekbone, just a shadow under her skin. But my chest tightens all the same.
If I hadn’t killed the bastard, I would want to now.
“He’s gone,” I assure her. “No more demons haunting your step.”
48
ASPEN
Steele takes my hospital-acquired shirt off slowly. I raise my arms to help him, and he drops it to the floor beside him. His gaze roves over my bare skin, and goosebumps rise on my arms at the attention.
His bruises are darkening, and I can’t help but reach out and touch his throat. The beautiful throat my father tried to crush—
“Shh,” Steele whispers, shedding his matching shirt and tugging me into him. He binds his arms around me, and I tuck my head under his chin. “We’re safe.”
“I know we are.” I hug him back. “But for a second, I thought…”
I didn’t have hope.
“Look at me, Aspen.” His finger under my chin brings my head up, and I meet his dark gaze. “There’s no one who can tear us apart.”
“I love you.”
A weight lifts off my chest. Spectacularly. The expression on his face is nothing short of awed, and he presses his lips to mine. My aching, tired body suddenly comes alive. I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him harder. His lip starts bleeding again, and I flick at it with my tongue. Tasting the metallic taste ofhim.
He groans into my mouth.
All the teasing from this afternoon, that felt like a lifetime ago, comes roaring back. His hands are all over me. Coasting down my spine, slipping up my ribcage. Palming my breasts. A silent inspection. I’m doing the same to him, fumbling with the drawstring of his scrub pants and dragging them down while our tongues tangle.
I pull back and drop to my knees, gripping his cock in my fist. I take him into my mouth, earning a low groan above me. I want to choke on him instead of memories. Drown out every bad thing with the taste of Steele.
Still, I don’t get very far until he’s pulling me up. He shoves my pants and panties down, helping me balance as I kick them off. He lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room. Into the bathroom where so many delicious memories are already stored.
I kiss his jaw. He’s got a little five o’clock shadow coming in, and it’s rough on my lips. I drag my mouth across the scruff, toward his ear. He’s still holding me when he starts the shower.
Steam fills the room, and he sets me on my feet. He points, and I step into the shower. The hot water is a godsend against my skin. He follows behind me, and his hands are all over me again. He cups my breasts and pinches my nipples, tugging and rolling them until I arch my back and lean more heavily on his chest.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice curls in my ear, while one hand dips down between my legs.
The hot water pounds against my chest, but it isn’t hot enough to mask the flash of fire traveling under my skin from his touch.
His finger runs through my center. “If I ever let you walk out of my sight without coming at least twice…”
“Oh my god.”
He slides a finger into me, pumping slowly. It’s joined by a second one. The heel of his palm grazes my clit with every pass, and my legs fall open wider. I close my eyes and shift my hips, jerking forward for more traction. He lets me chase my pleasure like that, and my first climax rolls through me like thunder.
He withdraws only when my trembling stops. His dick is still hard, pointing at me, but he shakes his head and points to the shampoo. I dunk my hair under, soaking it through, before trading places with him. I squirt the shampoo into my hair and scrub it into a lather.
