Natalie
"No-no-no, that's not a good idea, Noah!"
My future husband isn't listening to me. He doesn't stop whatever mischief he is plotting.
Noah is down on his knees in front of my seat. Panic surges within me when he unbuckles my seatbelt with expert fingers. He does it slowly, almost sensually, and meets my eyes with a smirk on his lush lips.
Sexy bastard.
He looks too good between my legs, and I must resist the urge to mess up his perfectly styled brown hair. Or run my fingers along the faint stubble on his carved jawline.
It's hard.
Every nerve is hyperaware of my soon-to-be-husband. I'm balancing on a thin line and have to suck in a deep breath and try not to swoon when Noah tilts his head at me.
"What isn't a good idea?"
While waiting for my answer, Noah takes off my shi
