Page 64 of Stolen Kisses
Krista raised an eyebrow as he looked over at her from the driver’s seat.
“To cook you dinner.” He shook his head. “Has your mind always been this far in the gutter?”
“You’re cooking me dinner tonight?” she asked in disbelief.
“Why do you sound so surprised? I cooked you dinner at the cabin, or have you forgotten?”
“No, but that was the cabin.”
“The weekend we shared had nothing to do with the place. It was me and you. Just a new version of us.” He reached for her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “I want to explore that,” he said honestly. He’d had enough time on the boat today to think about what they were doing together. They were exploring uncharted territory. It was new and exciting, and terrifying at the same time.
“I’d like that.”
“Well, then let’s do it.” He drove to the marina and parked. Then they walked along the dock toward his houseboat and climbed aboard. His boat was about the size of an RV. The cooking provisions were minimal. He could cook a couple of small steaks in the oven, though, and sauté a few vegetables on the stove. “Make yourself comfortable,” he told Krista, who was already seated on his couch and petting Beauty. He dipped into his refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of sweet red wine. “See, I was taking notes this weekend. Dinner, wine, and…” He cursed quietly. “I forgot the candles.”
“As small as this place is, you’d probably set your home on fire.” Krista laughed, going to the cabinet to retrieve two glasses.
He popped the cork and filled each glass halfway.
“The question is, did you remember to buy the other essential item?” She blushed over her wine.
Noah frowned. He hadn’t purchased anything else. “Dessert?” he asked.
“I guess you could call it that. Dessert and condoms are both in the for-her-pleasure category.”
“Ohhhh.” Noah’s southern region lit up. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him, a breath expelling over his lips. Holding her in his arms was what he’d been missing all day. “Have I ever showed you my bedroom?” he asked in a low whisper. In a matter of seconds, he was already hard for her.
Her gaze flicked up to meet his. “Yes, but I don’t believe I’ve ever gotten the full tour.”
He reached back and turned the oven off. The steaks could wait. The vegetables could wait. He, on the other hand, couldn’t wait another second to get Krista naked and under him.
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Krista snuggled into the warm body next to her. Even in her half-sleep state she heard herself sigh. If this was a dream, it was a good one and she didn’t want to wake up.
She and Noah had skipped dinner and gone straight to bed, and hadn’t left since. Judging by the bright stream of light on her face, it was morning now.
“Oh, crap!” Krista sat straight up in bed.
“What’s wrong?” Noah’s hand reached for her, rubbing the length of her arm.
She glanced around, searching the room. “What time is it?” There wasn’t a clock anywhere in sight.
“I’m not sure. Hold on.” Noah reached for his watch on the bedside table. “Dammit,” he muttered. “It’s after seven. Joey’s probably waiting for me on theSummerly. Probably sharpening his knife.”
“I thought you were a fisherman. You wake before the sun rises.”
“I always have. Until you.” He winked as he sat up and started reaching for his clothing.
Krista did the same. “I’m going to be late for work, which is not good. Karen just asked me to stand in as head nurse this week. I can’t walk in late on my first day.” She pulled her pants on and searched the floor for her bra.
“Looking for this?” Noah reached for her garment draped across the lamp shade. When they’d peeled each other’s clothing off last night, they hadn’t cared where they’d tossed it.
She tried to snatch it, but Noah swiped it back. “It’ll cost you a kiss.”
She huffed, but complied, melting as soon as their lips touched.
“That’s more like it. I enjoyed last night,” he said, running his hands through her hair.
