Page 56 of Stolen Kisses
“What?” She furrowed her brow.
“Your hands on my shoulders. My hands on your waist. Isn’t that how it goes?”
Her heart sped up. “Are you asking me to dance?”
“Trying to.” He stepped closer and reached for one of her hands, pulling her to stand. He draped her hand on his shoulder. Eyes locked on her, he did the same to her other hand. Then he stepped closer, leaving only inches between them as he anchored his hands on her waist. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I can see how this would be romantic. I’m learning a lot from you this weekend.”
She swallowed and wished she didn’t want to kiss him so much. His mouth was so close to hers. His breath tickled her desire.
“You know whatI’vealways thought was romantic?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“Kissing.”
Her heart stopped beating for a quick second. “Me, too.” The music and his proximity, his hands and the way he was looking at her had her dizzy. “If I kiss you right now, it might turn out like last night, though,” she said in almost a whisper.
He leaned in a little more. “I happened to like last night.”
Krista rolled her lips together. The desire was thick and hot, building inside her so much it ached. She curled her fingers into his skin, holding on even though part of her wanted to pull away. “Me, too.”
Before she could say or think anything else, Noah brushed his lips against hers. The music slipped into the distance as they clawed at each other, their kiss deepening from sweet to passionate. Krista couldn’t help herself. She lowered her hands from his shoulders and started to pull his shirt overhead. She cast it to the living room floor, then fumbled with the button of his jeans.
“Whoa, there, sweetheart. Thought it was more romantic to go slow.” He smiled against her mouth, then his tongue traced her bottom lip.
She couldn’t help it. Her knees weakened and she almost dissolved into a puddle right there. “Screw romance. I want sex.”
“No, no, no, no. I’m doing this right.” He lifted her shirt off her body, slow and deliberate. The slow reveal made her skin burn. She needed him to touch her like he’d done last night. Needed to feel his hands and mouth on her. When her shirt was gone, he reached around and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill down into his ready hands. “I want these pants off you, too,” he growled, then unfastened her jeans and yanked them down, dropping to his knees as he did.
Krista was so weak with need she could barely stand up. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He scraped his unshaven cheek against her inner thigh, making her moan. Then he bit down gently on her sensitive skin.
Her knees nearly buckled right there.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to make me naked,” she said.
His hands rode up her legs, cupping her bottom. Then he yanked her panties down, making her cry out softly.
Noah pulled her down to the floor with him. “This is what I want,” he said when she was under him. “I want you on the floor, in front of this fire.”
Krista reached down and gripped his length as he pressed it toward her. “I want to feel this inside me,” she said.
He thrust against her hand. Then he lowered his mouth and plunged his tongue inside, mimicking the movement she’d told him she wanted. The kiss went on forever, the ache escalating until she was writhing beneath him.
“I’ve got to get another condom from the honeymoon stash.” Noah lifted off her body and headed to the bedroom, giving her just enough time to collect her thoughts. The first time had been a lapse in judgment. Was a second time really a good idea?
Noah returned and held up a golden wrapper. He was naked and glorious, and all hers—if only for tonight.
Oh, definitely. This is a very good idea.
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Noah covered Krista’s warm, naked body, sliding into her arms like it was the most natural place to be. And it was. He felt comfortable with her. She was his life-long confidant, and having sex with her was far beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
“You okay?” he asked, hovering above her.
