of the milk. Even that was sexy. After putting the bowl in the dishwasher, he joined her at the table and slid his phone toward her. “I started a grocery list. Add whatever you need. I’ll get it after I finish work today.”
Her heart ping-ponged in her chest as she glanced down at the list. “Steel-cut oats?”
“Those are for me.”
“Planning on eating breakfast here a lot?”
“Yep.”
“That’s awfully presumptuous of you. We haven’t even been on a real date yet.”
“What’re you talking about? We’ve been on a million dates.”
“Not as a couple. Not since we’ve started, you know . . .”
He jerked his eyebrows. “Doing the oral thing?”
Her cheeks got hot again.
Noah sighed dramatically and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Will you go out with me?”
“Depends on where you take me.”
“Your bedroom?”
“I can do that.”
Noah grabbed the seat of her chair and dragged it close to his. He took her hands and tugged her forward until she willingly straddled his lap.
Things were just getting good when her cell phone rang.
Noah nipped her collarbone and then let her go with a groan. She jogged into the hallway where her phone was charging. The number was from Huntsville.
Her pulse skyrocketed as she answered. “Hello?”
“Alexis? This is Jasmine from the transplant center.”
Her breath lodged in her throat. “Yes, hi.”
“I’m calling to tell you that we got the second round of compatibility tests back.”
Alexis looked up to find Noah hovering in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed.
“Okay,” she said on a breath. “What’s the verdict?”
“You’re a genetic match.”
The roaring in her ears made it hard to focus on what Jasmine said after that. Something about scheduling her for the final tests to make sure she was healthy enough for the surgery. Something about needing to do it in the next couple of weeks and it would take two days.
Alexis finally thanked her and hung up.
“What’s wrong?” Noah asked, walking closer.
“That was the hospital.”
He stopped short. “And?”
“I’m a genetic match.”
Noah dragged his hand over his hair. “Now what?”
“She wants me to come down for two days of testing to make sure I’m healthy enough for the surgery.”
Noah stared at the floor, jaw hard and clenched.
“I have to do this, Noah.”
“I know.” His breath shook as he lowered his forehead to her shoulder. “How can I help?”
“Can you come with me?”
“You even have to ask?”
She kissed him. In five seconds flat, her T-shirt was on the floor. Thirty seconds later, he backed her to the couch and his mouth was on her breast and she was moaning his name. Twenty seconds after that, Noah dropped to his knees in front of her splayed legs.
She lost track of time after that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
This was her favorite way to wake up.
In the ten days since they’d returned from Memphis, Noah had spent every night in her bed and awakened her the same way every morning. It started with a kiss on the shoulder as his arm snaked around her waist. Then a slow, exploratory caress followed until she was fully awake, and then it always ended like this—wrapped up in each other, spent and sweaty, and deliriously happy.
Noah kissed her deeply, still buried inside her. With a groan, he wrenched his mouth away and burrowed his face in her neck. “Don’t make me get up.”
Alexis ran her hands up his spine. “Sorry. But I have a lot to do to get ready for the tests.” They were going to drive down to Huntsville tonight and stay in a hotel, because she had to be at the transplant center in the morning to start the physical evaluations. “And you have to help Mack with the seating chart.”
His groan this time was of the disgusted kind. He rolled off her. “I can’t wait for this wedding to be over.”
A laugh bubbled from her chest as she curled against his warm side. Noah picked up her hand from where it was splayed between his pecs and brought her fingers to his lips. “Are you packed and ready to go, or do you need to come home again before we leave?”
“I’ll take all my stuff to work so you can just pick me up there.”
Noah yawned. “I think the guys are going to pick me up here for wedding shit. Then I’ll run home to pack a few things before coming to get you.”
Alexis kissed his jaw. “You’re a good man, Noah Logan.”
He turned his head to catch her lips with his. “You make me want to be a good man.”
Alexis melted on the inside.