Page 45 of Stolen Kisses
Chapter 10
Noah pressed his forehead against the wall outside of Krista’s bathroom. He’d just seen more of her skin than he ever had with her in a bikini. Skin shimmering under a veil of lacelike bubbles. Soft, touchable skin. And the way her blue eyes had looked lazily at him with that unmistakable look of lust. He was so screwed.
The bathroom door opened and Krista poked her head out, straightening when she saw him standing there. Her chin lifted.
“Sorry,” he said, a little sheepishly.
“It’s okay. You were just coming to my rescue.” She hugged a towel over her chest and body. Her breasts refused to be hidden, though. Her cleavage pressed up andGood lord.
“You are a total knockout,” he said.
Her lips parted.
“I mean I always knew you were pretty. Any guy in their right mind can see that.”
Her gaze fell, a soft pink color flooding her cheeks. He turned toward her, his gaze running the course of her body for a moment. “You’re more than a pretty woman, though. I just never let myself go there until…”
Krista looked up. “Until when?”
“Until, uh…”
“Until I kissed you the other night?” she asked.
His brows lifted. “You remember that?”
She kicked one corner of her mouth up. “I’ve had flashes of it. I guess I drank too much.”
He nodded. “I figured it was a lapse of judgment.”
“Right. I guess we had another lapse out there on the porch.”
His gaze fell to her hand clinching the towel at her breasts. And he was having another lapse of judgment right now because all he wanted to do was step toward her and yank her towel down off her body. Let it fall to the floor. He might follow it down and work his way back up from her toes.
As if reading him, she tightened her hold on the covering. “So, uh, we agree? It was a lapse of judgment and it won’t happen again. We’re here to make this place into a honeymoon suite for my friend and your brother.”
Noah nodded. She was giving him an out. He should be thankful. “Yeah. So you get dressed and then you can eat the meal I’m preparing and tell me what an amazing chef I am.”
Krista cocked her head. “I’ve known you since we were kids. I know everything about you, which means I know the truth. You absolutely suck at cooking.”
He shrugged. “I’m sure you can turn my mess into something edible.”
Krista pointed out of her bedroom. “I’ll join you in the kitchen in just a minute.”
“Don’t you need me to go in there and get that monster bug first?”
A frown settled over her mouth. “It ran away. But if I see it again…”
“Then I’ll come to your rescue, assuming you’re clothed next time.”
“Next time, you knock.”
“I promise.” He left her room and exhaled as she closed the door behind him. Then he headed into the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine. What the heck, their judgment already appeared to be impaired. What could a little fruit of the vine hurt?
A few minutes later, Krista reappeared wearing a pair of fitted jeans and an equally fitted cotton top. The tips of her hair were wet from where she’d sunk into the bubble bath. She held up a finger. “Don’t even think about apologizing again. We’re just going to forget that ever happened. Including the kiss.”
“Sounds good.” Not that he’d be able to forget either of those things. He’d be thinking about this last half hour, whether he wanted to or not, for a long time to come. Releasing a pent-up breath, he made a show of his stew. “If it tastes as good as it looks, you’ll be eating those comments you made about my cooking.”
Krista stepped toward his pot and took a whiff—giving him a chance to get a whiff of her. She smelled clean and fruity, and he absolutely wanted to eat her up.
