Page 82 of One Last Time
Our lips break apart, and Noah’s breathing is somewhat labored. “Your house ormine?”
I rest my hand on his chest, sliding my fingers against the placket of his suit shirt. “Well, we can be at mine in five or yours in twenty. Which do youprefer?”
Noah’s hands move to my ass and he pulls me against his erection. “What do youthink?”
“My place itis.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kristin
“Stop!”I try to swat him off as his fingers keep finding their way down my pants. I’m trying to make breakfast, but it’s a little hard when he’s made it a new game to see how many times I’ll blush in one morning. “Behave.”
“You didn’t say that last night,” he says gruffly against myear.
Last night was not about behaving. Hell, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. We were both out of control with need. We made it to the couch where we passed out with me on top of him for thenight.
Which was fine byme.
Now we need sustenance, but it’s hard to think about food with his finger rolling my nipple. My head falls back to his shoulder, and I moan. “If you don’t stop, we’ll never eat,” I warn him, not caring at themoment.
“I’lleat.”
“Noah!” I move, pushing his hand away. “Now, go sit over there, whileI—”
The doorbell rings, followed by a few loudknocks.
“Expecting someone?” heasks.
“No, it’s probably the damn neighbor kids. They don’t understand the whole don’t ring the doorbell before ten thing.” I turn the burner off and head to the livingroom.
“Kristin!” Scott’s voice echoes as he pounds loudlyagain.
My heart sputters, and fear almost chokes me. What the hell is he doing here? I look at the clock, and sure enough, it’s way too early. Noah is here. Noah is here, and my ex-husband is banging on thedoor.
“I need to drop the kids off,Kristin!”
Fuck. My mouth hangs open as I turn to see Noah coming out of the kitchen in nothing but his boxers as he eats a piece oftoast.
The bell rings again. “You going to getthat?”
I shake my head. “My kids. They’re—” I look at my tank top and boy shorts and want to hide. They can’t see me like this. Finn may be ten, but he isn’t stupid. He knows his parents are divorced, and now to see me with another man...damn it. “Shit.”
“Your kids?” Noahasks.
“Yes,” I whisper and push him to the bedroom. “You have to hide in the closet or...I don’t know, go out the window. Damn him for just showingup.”
Once we get to the bedroom, I toss on a pair of pants, put a bra on, and try not to look like a hot mess, which I fail miserablyat.
Noah stands there, looking atme.
“Umm.” I point to his lack of pants. “Clothes and thenhide.”
“I’m not hiding.” Hesmiles.
“I don’t have time to argue, Noah. My kids aren’t ready to see me with another man,and. . .”
He walks toward me and then places his hands on my shoulders. “They’re your kids, Kristin. They’re who you are, and we don’t have to tell them anything, but I’d like to meetthem.”
