Finding You (Love Wanted in Texas 4)

Alex called out over her shoulder, “Love you back. Bye, Noah!”

Turning to Noah, he looked up as he lifted his hand, “Later, Alex!”

Letting out a deep sigh, I walked over to Noah as he pushed his chair back. “What’s going on? Is Alex okay?”

Sitting on his lap, I wrapped my arms around Noah’s neck. I was so proud of Noah and how well he was doing with his recovery. I knew he missed his sister but knowing Emily was happy made Noah happy. “I think so. She’s started to get nervous about things, but I think she’ll be okay.”

Noah’s hand rubbed on the inside of my thigh and my lower stomach instantly craved for more.

“Is she nervous about the opening?” Noah asked as his lips moved ever so softly across my neck.

“Um . . . I don’t . . . think . . . that’s . . . it,” I said as I exposed more of my neck to him.

My body was on fire as Noah’s hand moved up and under my shirt. “What is she nervous about then?”

My mind was spinning and I was silently begging Noah to take me right then and there. Never mind the fact that my father and Luke would be showing up any minute to help with the last bit of things to check off our list before we opened.

“W-what are we talking about?” I panted out.

Noah’s lips moved over to my ear where he gently bit down on my earlobe and then sucked on it before whispering, “Alex, you said she was nervous.”

Can’t take much more.

Moving quickly, I straddled Noah and grinded against his hard dick. The friction of his jeans against mine was adding fuel to the fire.

“Noah,” I begged as I pushed harder against him. “Take me now, please.”

Noah’s hands grabbed my ass as his mouth took mine in a frenzied kiss. “Your dad is on his way, baby. We can’t.”

Pressing my hands against his chest, I pushed back and looked into his eyes. Those dreamy light-brown eyes of his. “Yes! Yes we can. Just be quick about it.”

Noah threw his head back and laughed.

“Noah, I’m being serious.”

Looking back at me, Noah lifted me off the chair and stood up as he adjusted his dick. “I know you are. That’s what’s so funny, Grace. The last thing I’d ever want to happen is for your dad to walk in here while we were—”

The front door to the nursery opened and my father and Luke walked in. “While you were what?” Daddy asked as he made his way over to us. I knew my face was still flushed from our little make-out session and I quickly tried to appear normal. Glancing over to Luke, he wore a huge smile and shook his head slightly as he spoke under his breath, “Been there done that.”

Giving him an evil eye, I turned to my father. “Hey, there is so much to do. Let me grab the list and we can get to it.”

My father looked at me and then turned to Noah. “Why are you breathing like that?”

Noah’s eyes widened as he said, “Um . . . w-what? I mean, excuse me sir? Ah, breathing heavy?”

Narrowing his eyes at Noah, Luke walked up and hit Noah on the back and said, “Dude, you just fucked up.”

Taking a step closer to Noah, my father got his face so close to Noah’s I was almost positive I heard Noah whimper. “I didn’t say you were breathing hard. Why would you pick that word to describe your breathing?”

Noah swallowed hard. “I um, I was just you know.” Noah looked at me and I shook my head.

What was he doing? What. In. The. Hell. Was. He. Doing?

“No, I don’t know. Enlighten me, Noah.”

Pointing to me, Noah yelled out, “It was Grace’s fault. She started kissing me and then sat on my lap and started doing this thing . . . but I stopped her! I said you were um . . . on your way and we couldn’t!”

Dropping my mouth open, I gave Noah an incredulous stare. Turning to look at Luke, I noticed he was sitting in the chair laughing his ass off.