Page 48 of Stolen Kisses
A wave of nervousness crashed over Krista. What if he rejected her? What if he looked at her and realized he could do better?
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Krista Nelson,” he finally said, laying to rest her fears. Before she could respond, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor below and suddenly she was topless, her breasts bare for him. His gaze lowered, sweeping over her along with an electric current of white hot desire to be touched. He palmed one breast in his hand, moving his thumb over her nipple. Then he bent and put his mouth on her. She moaned in satisfaction as his tongue flicked and swirled around her. She could easily feel his erection pressing into her as she straddled her legs around his waist. She wasn’t his best friend tonight. Tonight she was his lover.
“Your turn.” She opened her eyes and reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it overhead. Unlike her, he didn’t get stuck in the fabric. Her hands traced the hard lines of his body, perfected by the sun and work on the boat. His body was absolutely perfect.Hewas perfect.
“Your turn. Take off those jeans,” he said in a rough voice, edged with sex. Not waiting, he reached for the button at her waist and effortlessly flicked it open.
Krista stood for a moment and pushed them off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of red lace panties.
“Those, too,” he said, watching, which both thrilled and made her nerves return in full force. If she got her foot stuck in her underwear while taking them off, she was going to slink out of this bedroom and cut her losses. She gave her panties a shove and they hit the floor. Then she stood there for a second longer, naked and shivering as his eyes seemed to soak her in. Her body trembled. Reaching for her hands, he pulled her back on his lap, straddling her legs around his waist, pressing his hard erection into her soft spots.
Noah groaned deep in his throat. His hands ran up her bare body, settling on her breasts again, squeezing, massaging until she tipped her head back and moved like a woman out of her mind. And she was. Her mind was gone, floating somewhere in the clouds, and her body was in control, fueled by pleasure. She rocked her hips, pressing her good parts with hisverygood ones. She ached to feel him inside her. Couldn’t wait. But foreplay had always been her favorite part of sex. It was the thrill before the deed, which in her very limited experience, never came close to being as good.
Noah’s hand ran down her body and slipped between her legs. His finger moved along her most sensitive areas with a rhythm that matched her hips. Digging her nails into the backs of his shoulders, she held on as his finger pushed deep inside her. “Yes.” She tipped her head back and emitted a soft moan. One finger wasn’t going to cut it, though. Not when she’d felt how hard and big the alternative was.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked in a breathless whisper.
Noah froze.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “What? Why’d you stop?”
“I don’t have a condom.” His hand retreated from between her legs as regret cast shadows over his features in the dark. “Sorry.”
Her body went limp against his. “What do you mean you don’t have a condom?”
He ran both hands through his hair, tugging softly. “Why would I? I didn’t come here expecting this to happen.”
Krista rolled off him and onto the bed. She pulled her tossed shirt back to her. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t mind being naked, but now that the moment had come to a sudden cooling, she felt like she should cover up. He wasn’t rejecting her, but this wasn’t going to happen, tonight or probably ever again. This was their one chance and it was gone. “Shouldn’t you always have something on you? Just in case?”
“In case I meet some random chick and decide to hook up?” he asked. “That’s not how I work, Krista.”
“It’s not?” She had no idea.
“Not these days.”
A weight lifted off her chest. She’d just assumed that Noah took half the girls he dated to bed. She was pretty sure the women wouldn’t refuse. He was funny, charming, sexy. “Well, um, maybe we shouldn’t have been—”
“Whoa.” Noah leaned in and kissed her shoulder. The feeling sent a swarm of butterflies through her belly. “Don’t start backtracking on me now, sweetheart. I was enjoying what we were doing.”
She adored the word “sweetheart” on his lips. He’d never called her anything but Kris.
She tipped her mouth to his and kissed him, her body easily heating up again. She wanted Noah. Needed him and that orgasm his body had all but promised her. “Wait. What about the box of condoms we bought for Grace and Jack?”
Noah’s brown eyes darkened. “The spiked ones?” he asked in a low voice. The corner of his mouth drew up, and it was maybe the sexiest thing she’d ever seen combined with his naked body.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Well, they’re condoms. We can replace them later.” That was plural because maybe they’d need more than just the one.
Noah practically jogged to the drawer with all the Sugar and Spicy items. He yanked it open and pulled out the box, holding it up like a trophy. Ripping the top off, he pulled out a foil wrapper and returned to her at the bed. “But first…” He dropped to his knees in front of her as she sat on the bed’s edge. His hand curled around one of her feet, lifting it up to his mouth so he could press one kiss against the inside of her ankle. Electricity zipped through her at lightning speed. He continued to kiss along her inner leg, her calf, her thigh, higher, higher, urging her to lie back with the weight of his body. “First, I want to dootherthings.”
His deep voice and rough unshaven cheeks brushing against her sensitive skin set off an explosion of fireworks inside her. She wasn’t sure whatotherthings Noah was talking about, but it didn’t matter. She trusted him with the night and her body.
With everything except her heart.
