Page 39 of Stolen Kisses
Krista squealed some more, moving from one room to another. “This is the perfect honeymoon setting. Who needs some fancy island resort when you have a place like this at your disposal?”
“And sex toys to boot,” Noah added, taking Krista’s bag to the main bedroom. “You get to stay in the big bedroom tonight.”
Krista followed him and immediately went to the window overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains. “Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you guys ever bring me here with you?”
“Because you’re a girl.”
Krista glanced over her shoulder. “I’ve always been one of the guys to you, though.” A sadness shaded her blue eyes. Was he imagining that? Did she regret the relationship they’d had until now?
Setting her bag down, Noah walked up beside her to peer out. “Wanna climb later?”
Krista’s lips parted—and he couldn’t help but notice how plump that bottom lip of hers was. He wanted to take it in his own mouth and give it a little nibble. He wanted to hear her sigh into his mouth the way she had a few weeks back. “Are you serious?”
He shook his head. “Not often. And no. I don’t climb. I fish, canoe, and take up residence on that front porch swing while I’m here.”
“Sounds like heaven.” A smile lifted her rose-colored lips. “Grace and Jack are going to have a great time.” She turned around and crossed her arms. “Okay. So we’re here on business, not pleasure. What needs to be done?”
Noah shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “A little dusting, I guess. Change the bedsheets.”
“I brought silk ones,” Krista told him.
Noah narrowed his eyes. “Jack isn’t going to want silk sheets on his bed.”
“It’s their honeymoon and it’s romantic. And Grace will want them, so she wins.”
Noah frowned, but didn’t argue just yet. “We need to stock the freezer and the pantry. I brought a few things for you and me to have tonight. Tomorrow morning, we can head out to get supplies for the happy couple.”
“Okay.”
“And I need to cut some wood for the fireplace.”
Krista clasped her hands at her chest and got a dreamy look on her face. “A fire is romantic, too.”
“This is a new side of you I haven’t seen before. Since when do you like romantic things?”
Krista met his gaze. “Since always. In case you haven’t noticed Noah, I’m a woman.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He didn’t intend the deep rasp in his voice. Coupled with the way their gazes locked, the space between them was purely electric. If he hadn’t gotten such a good handle on his impulse control when he was younger, he’d be pressing her against that wood paneled wall right now and kissing her silly. Pulling that plump bottom lip between his teeth and tasting her again. He cleared his throat, impulses locked down. “It’s supposed to get cold here this weekend. I’ll chop some extra wood for us. Not to add any romance, of course.”
Krista took a step back, a small laugh tumbling out of her. “Of course.”
Noah hitched a finger behind him. “I’ll just go change clothes and head outside to chop a few pieces. It’ll be dark in a couple hours and that’s when the temperature really drops. If I remember correctly, you don’t like being cold.”
“I’ve always said I’d rather be on a sunny beach. But I never had this to compare it to. I might prefer this.”
Noah watched Krista. Her excitement was contagious. “I’m glad you like it here.” And he needed to go chop that wood pronto because Krista was right. He’d never seen the romance in this place. It was just a cabin where he could appreciate the outdoors from a different view. Having Krista here with him, though, turned that view on its head, and he saw why his parents had come here on their honeymoon. And Sam and Abby, too, way back when they were a couple. Now it was Jack and Grace’s turn. “You can just put those items from Sugar and Spicy away. I’ll be back soon.” After he’d worked off his energy and his attraction to Krista.
