Page 74 of Stolen Kisses
Krista’s body ached as well. “I want you, too,” she whispered, suddenly entertaining the idea of fixing Joey’s cab herself. Then he’d be spending his nights driving up and down the streets of Blushing Bay, and she could spend her nights with Noah.
Noah’s mouth dropped down to her neck. There was a new growth of hair on the side of his jaw that set her blood ablaze for him. He guided her back against the wall, which was good because her knees were turning to mush. Then his fingers traced the waistband of the silk pajama pants she’d put on upon getting home. “I just need to touch you,” he growled in a low whisper. His hand escaped down her pants, under her panties, navigating down between her legs. He groaned low in his throat because she was ready for him. Hot and bothered and halfway to an orgasm while fully clothed. He ran the pad of his index finger along her center.
Krista pressed her body back into the wall for support, focusing on the sensation.
“I wish I could put my mouth on you right now,” he said, fanning the flames of her desire.
Her mind searched for ways to make that happen. She loved the feel of his mouth, his tongue. “We can’t,” she finally said with regret.
“I know.” He kissed her neck as his finger continued to stroke her. The man probably had musical talent somewhere in his genes because he was playing her like an instrument right now. “You have to be quiet,” he warned. “I don’t want Joey teasing me on the boat tomorrow.”
She bit down on her lower lip as the pressure built inside her. She needed a release so badly, it hurt.
Noah’s mouth went to her ear. His body pressed against hers, his hard erection pressing into her as his finger worked magic. “I wish I had you at my place right now.”
She wished that, too, as she bit down on her bottom lip and the pressure exploded inside her. Noah covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply and keeping her quiet until her body went limp, wedged upright between him and the wall.
He pulled his hand away, but he didn’t move until she had her bearings back and could stand without melting into a boneless puddle on the floor. Then he kissed her cheek and grinned proudly. “My duty here is done. Now I have to go home and fix a…situation.”
Her gaze flicked to the hard protrusion in his pants.
“Sorry,” she said, still recovering from her seven minutes in heaven sans the closet.
“I’m not.” He winked and walked to the front door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Definitely. We need to finish planning Saturday’s fishing trip for Adam and the anti-bachelor-and-bachelorette party for next weekend.”
“And I need to get ahold of you. In private,” he said. “I don’t want you to keep quiet tomorrow,” he whispered. “Hearing you is half the turn-on for me.”
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On Saturday morning, Noah stirred in bed, his body waking before he did. Krista’s warm body hugged against him and he was already hard for her. He was in a perpetual state of arousal these days.
Krista’s eyes cracked. “Thank God. Today is my day off. No work. Just play.”
He slid his index finger across her cheek, pushing away a lock of dark hair. “We are going out on the boat, though.”
“Taking Adam fishing isn’t work,” she said, rolling onto one elbow. “And we don’t see him for a couple hours still. You know what I’m thinking?”
Noah wrapped his arms around her. “I hope so.”
“Breakfast at the BB Café.” She tugged free and left him lying in the bed. “Be right back. Gotta pee!”
Noah frowned as the bathroom door shut behind her. He had not been dreaming about muffins, bagels, croissants, or specialty coffee. He shifted uncomfortably in bed and then sat up and draped his legs over the edge. Naked, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes. His belly growled, agreeing with Krista. He guessed sustenance would be nice, although he was pretty sure he could survive a long time with just Krista.
A moment later, she reappeared from the bathroom, fresh-faced and smiling. She’d packed an overnight bag and had put on her fresh clothes in the bathroom. “I think I keep the café in business.”
“You and Grace,” he added. “Glad it’s me this morning, though.” Even if he’d much rather stay in bed awhile longer with her.
They drove to the café, filled their bellies, and then got a muffin to-go for Adam. After that, Krista gave the directions as Noah drove to Adam’s house just a few neighborhoods away. The houses were small, cookie-cutter style. He pulled into a driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac. Before he’d even parked, Adam spilled out the front door and came charging toward them.
Krista laughed out loud. “I guess he’s excited about the day.”
“I guess so.” Noah laughed, too, remembering that feeling as a kid, when the water and the fish below had beckoned. These days he got that same feeling from Krista and her body.
Adam’s mother appeared at the door, too. She came down the porch steps and walked to the Jeep as Noah and Krista stepped out. “Thank you again for doing this. I have to warn you, though, he’s a little ramped up this morning. He’s been talking about this fishing adventure all week.”
Krista shook her head. “Not a problem, Mandy. Do you, uh, have plans for today?” she asked, giving Adam’s mom a look.
