Page 101 of Lost in Love

If you ever want to test a man on a road trip, or at the very least his self-control, shave your legs and wear shorts. His hands will almost always wander to your legs at some point from either temptation or boredom. For Noah, it’s both.

“This is torture.” He groans, unable to keep his hands off my bare thighs I’ve strategically positioned next to the center console within his reach.

Innocently chewing on my bottom lip, I look over at him. “What is?”

“You. This.”

I laugh. “Oh, stop. We did it before we left.”

He rolls his head toward me. He’s giving methe look. The one he gives when he wants to say what the fuck. “That was eight hours ago.”

“Try two.”

He shakes his head, grinning, watching me take a drink from my water bottle. “In guy sex time, that’s eight.”

Giggling, I move my thigh away from him, his hand falling away. “Well then, stop touching me. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

He’s making it worse for both of us because that desperation in his touch, the playfulness in his eyes, I want him just as bad. There’s something sexy when two people are finally opening up to each other that makes it that much more enjoyable. Since the other night at the wedding that didn’t happen, we’ve had sex six times in two days. That’s more than in the last month combined.

You might be wondering what happened with the whole Kelsey-and-Justice situation. Well, I wouldn’t say they’re together, but they’re notnottogether, if that makes sense. They have a lot to work through.

Looking over my shoulder into the back seat, I check on the kids. Since it’s a little past midnight, they’re all sleeping. We left in the middle of the night because Noah wanted them sleeping. I can’t say I blame him on that one after the trip over here.

It crosses my mind that maybe I could give Noah a blow job and that might tide him over for a while, but I’m not going to. That just screams CPS in my mind, and with our luck, Noah would wreck the car. I can just imagine those headlines.When blow jobs go bad. Husband crashes with family in car.

Nope. Not happening.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s hand returns and he gives my thigh a squeeze. “My parents are coming to visit next month for Christmas.”

“She mentioned that. I guess she’s helping Xianna move back to Austin.”

Noah shakes his head in what I assume is disappointment. “Fucking Nick.”

“Do you think he told her?”

“Or he got caught.”

“It’s so sad,” I add. “But he’s always been like that. I can’t imagine how many times he’s cheated on her and she didn’t know.”

“More times than I care to know about.”

Noah’s hand squeezes my thigh. I look over at him and he winks. “What?”

“Mom offered to watch the kids while they’re in town. I was thinking maybe we could go away for a couple of days.”

“You’d do that even with the shop being so crazy?”

Reaching for my hand, he holds it in his and then brings it to his lips, kissing my palm. “I’ve come to realize one very important thing these last couple days.”

“Never cheat on your spouse?”

He snorts. “Well that, and I need to make more of an effort.”

“We both do. I wasn’t exactly the best version of myself these last two years.”

“But you’ve been trying a lot harder than me. You take care of me, the kids, the house. I just want you to know it didn’t go unnoticed.”

My brow furrows, and I reach over and feel his forehead. “What did you do with my husband? Did you hit your head or something?”

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