Page 47 of Stolen Kisses
“I’m also thinking about kissing you again and not stopping this time.”
Now the skin along her chest and neck bloomed a fleshy pink. “Oh,” she said again, stealing an upward glance at him.
“I’m thinking about tasting more than just your lips.” There was more he didn’t know about his best friend. He didn’t know what she liked in bed or what kind of noises she made when someone was making love to her. He didn’t know if she liked her lovers rough or gentle. He wanted to know these things, though. Heneededto know these things. Screw ruining their friendship. It was going to be ruined if he kept having these persistent thoughts anyway. He couldn’t be around Krista and continue to feel this way. Hell, he had a hard-on sitting across from her at the dining room table right now.
She stared at him. Apparently speechless.
“Sorry,” he said, for lack of anything better, but he didn’t mean it. The only thing he was sorry about was not pulling Krista into the bedroom an hour earlier.
“I told you to stop apologizing.” Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper. There was a raspy edge to it that he’d rarely heard from her. Had she liked what he’d said? Was she as turned-on right now as he was?
“That’s why you’re cut off after one glass of wine tonight. I can’t promise to behave myself around you anymore.”
“Well, I can’t promise to behave myself tonight either, with or without the wine.”
His erection was painfully hard now. “So, uh, it’d probably be a bad idea if I got up and took you to that bed back there right now.”
The muscles in her throat constricted as she swallowed.
Say yes. Say no.Say something because he was about to explode.
“It’s a horrible idea,” she conceded.
Disappointment poured over him, starting from his head and working down his body.
“But—”
His gaze cut to hers. “But?”
“But if you don’t take me to bed right now, I’m taking you,” she said.
Oh, hell.
Noah stood, nearly knocking his chair back behind him. He walked around and pulled Krista to her feet. Her body came up flush against his, and by the little noise that caught in her throat, he could tell she felt his hardness. He wanted her to feel it, to know exactly where this was headed. So she could stop him right now if she didn’t want to go any further.
He crushed his mouth over hers, loving how she clung to him. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to sweep against hers. And those little noises she made were about to drive him absolutely insane.
“I want you, Noah,” she said between kisses as her chest pressed into his.
“You sure?” he asked, holding her against him, wanting her to be even closer. The only way to be closer, though, was to be inside her. He needed to get those clothes off her ASAP.
“Positive,” she said, her breathing quick and shallow.
He didn’t hesitate. He was done hesitating. Hurried and hard as granite, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom.
—
This had to be a dream because Noah would never carry her to the bedroom like this. Only in her wildest fantasies.
And she’d had this fantasy quite a few times before.
Krista toppled over him on the bed in the master bedroom. She laughed as her hair spilled down over his cheek, then she kissed him with abandon. Because if they were going to do this, they were going to do it all the way. No stopping or starting this time. No apologizing. This had been a long time coming, too long, and she couldn’t wait to explore his body with her hands the way only her eyes had been able to in secret.
He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.
Helping him, she lifted one arm, getting her elbow caught in the fabric. She hung there for a moment—so not sexy, Krista—before Noah peeled the shirt off her elbow and tossed it to the floor below.
He was quiet for a moment.
