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“But I was more interested in my other subjects, I wanted to switch to classical literature but by that stage it was too late,” I recall, heaving a sigh.
“Sounds like you do have a past after all,” he says dryly, holding up a piece of each type of bread with a cocked brow in question.
“Both,” I tell him. “Why not? We can have rye and white can’t we?” and we both laugh.
“Spoken like a true literary economist,” he says loudly, and I watch him, fascinated by the simple movements of his huge body as he makes us both sandwiches.
“I could watch you all day, Noah Templeton,” I observe, making his lip curl with satisfaction.
“It’s gonna be a face-off then,” he announces, handing me my sandwich.
“Why?” I ask innocently.
“Because I’ve thought the same thing about you a million times already since I first laid eyes on you.”
I feel myself blush, but it’s thrilling to hear him talk like this. I never knew anyone, let alone a man like Noah would ever dream of looking at me twice, let alone be so infatuated with me. Like I know I am with him.
Obsessed is probably the word.
“You hungry?” I remark, noting the stack of sandwiches he’s made.
“It’s a long drive. We don’t have to-” he starts to say, but it’s alright.
Like I already decided, I’ll eat whatever Noah puts in front of me. Anything that’s made by him is pure nourishment for me.
Although, I forgot to mention to him how much I hate pickles, which I realize he’s put on every single sandwich, including the one I’m eating.
Reading my mind, or maybe just my face, Noah takes my sandwich and puts it on top of his.
“If you don’t like pickles, why didn’t you say so?” he asks, laughing to himself before asking me what I want on mine.
“Sorry baby, I just forget there’s two of us now. I’m used to cooking for one,” he adds, shrugging at the huge stack of pickle-laden sandwiches he’s made for the trip.
“Maybe we could just stop and grab a bite when we need to?” I offer, making him smile wider as he leans over to kiss me again.
“That sounds like a much better idea,” he whispers. “Maybe at a hotel?”
I feel my heart flutter as soon as he says it, the look in his eyes telling me just one thing, and it’s nothing to do with food.
My head starts nodding so hard it feels like it might fall off.
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” I purr, suddenly not hungry for sandwiches, only ravenous for that feeling. Starved for the sensation of the man in front of me between my legs again.
“How soon can we leave?” I squeak, suddenly so excited I forget my Dad, forget the suitcase. I can only see Noah now and I want us as far away from everything as soon as possible.
Just the two of us, so I can give myself to him. So he can claim me good and proper.
Feeling myself starting to squirm in my seat I wonder if I can even wait that long.
“We can leave as soon as you’re ready,” he says casually, taking a big bite of both my sandwich and his in one mouthful.
Oh, I’m ready, Noah. I’m ready.Chapter TwelveNoahI can tell Faith’s cut up about bailing on her Dad, she just got back from college.
And where is he, I wonder. Hmmm.
I never had parents to worry about me, or me to worry about them. There was only one person who ever cared for me, and they’re the whole reason for this trip really.
Faith scratches a note for her Dad, which I deliberately avoid looking at. It’s kind of long for a note, more like a letter which she puts under her picture by the front door as we leave.
Her college bag is still unpacked so it’s a no-brainer to take it along.
She pulls the front door shut hearing the lock click, she takes my arm in hers as I walk her to my truck.
“No dirty laundry?” I ask jokingly, hoisting it into the back.
Her look of embarrassment corrects me and I pull her close, giving her a long, hard kiss.
“We’ll have plenty more dirty laundry before we’re through,” I growl softly to her, making her giggle.
I help her up into the cab and squeezing her thigh as I lean over, I show her how the belt works.
“You sure you want this?” I ask her, knowing her answer already, but more or less having a pinch myself moment, confirming to myself it is actually happening.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else,” she says dreamily, and I kiss her again, far too long and enough to make me forget about everything, except the feel of her body under mine.
“We should get going,” she says finally, and I nod, still wondering if there’s something she knows that I don’t. But she’s right.
