Page 78 of Stolen Kisses
She couldn’t agree more. She grabbed his hand and pulled him the short distance to the bedroom. Then she turned and helped him undress. First his shirt. Next, his jeans. She tugged on his boxers as she sprinkled kisses across his chest. His shorts fell to the floor and his hard erection sprang up. She gripped his length in her hand, loving how he groaned beneath her touch. Sliding her hand down his shaft, she ran the pad of her thumb over his head.
“Need you. Now,” he said, in an almost breathless grunt. He took hold of her waist and spun her around until she was in front of the bed. Then he guided her to lie back.
She watched as he grabbed a condom from his bedside table and expertly sheathed himself.
She guessed that meant they were going straight to business. Not that she minded a quickie. Noah had made love to her for hours before. He was a giving lover, always taking his time and making sure her needs were fully satisfied. She had no complaints under the sheets.
Crawling over her body, he aligned their hips and pressed his erection against her. Once, twice, on the third time he slipped inside her, cursing softly under his breath. “You feel so amazing. Like coming home,” he groaned, working himself up to a pace that had her moaning his name.
He felt like home to her, too. No matter where they were. He’d always felt that way to her.
She dug her fingers in the muscles of his back as his pace intensified, leaving her to hold on, breathless and panting. Then, without warning, color burst behind her eyes and she orgasmed harder and faster than she ever had before. Noah’s body went rigid at the same time, and he groaned in pleasure. The sound of him only fueled her arousal, tossing logs on the flames that were engulfing her. They clutched each other, holding on tight, and enjoying the roller coaster of sensation coursing through their bodies.
“Damn, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her forehead before rolling off her several minutes later, “you are so hot.” He sat up and cursed again, this time not in a good way.
“What’s wrong?” Krista propped herself up and looked down. She sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the broken condom and the resulting mess. Her heart flew up in her throat. “Oh.”
“Please tell me you’re on the Pill?” He cast a hopeful glance over his shoulder.
She shook her head. “Birth control pills give me migraines. I don’t use them.”
He grimaced.
Krista crawled over to sit beside him. “It’s fine. What are the chances we’d end up…?” She didn’t finish that sentence.Pregnant.What were the chances they’d end up pregnant? There was no part of her that was scared or worried, not because the chances of getting pregnant were so low, but because this was Noah.
He got out of bed and grabbed his clothes. A frown tightened his lips as he pulled on a pair of jeans and then a T-shirt with quick, efficient movements.
Krista watched him. Waited for him to relax and smile back at her with that easygoing dimpled grin she loved so much. They’d just had sex after all. He usually held her afterward and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
“Well, I suppose you’re tired and will be heading home,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “And I need to call someone about the water heater.”
She swallowed past the sudden lump tightening her throat and took the clothes he handed to her. So they weren’t going to talk about this. She guessed there was nothing to talk about anyway. It was a wait-and-see kind of thing. She saw clearly what Noah wanted the outcome to be, though. She understood him being a little freaked out by the situation—she was, too—but she couldn’t help feeling disappointed by his reaction as well. She’d thought that he’d changed, at least a little bit.
But maybe she’d thought wrong.
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On Saturday morning, Noah headed over to the Sawyer Seafood office and met Krista inside. She and Abby had already been busy preparing the place for the Friends-and-family-giving that Krista had dreamt up at the cabin a couple weeks ago. Otherwise known as the anti-bachelor-and-bachelorette party for Jack and Grace. Noah had done his best over the last few days not to think about the other evening with Krista. He’d tried to pretend it hadn’t happened and that it wasn’t a huge cloud hanging over his head. But it was, and it would continue to hang there until Krista got her period.Ifshe got her period. And he didn’t even know when she was supposed to get her period.
“Hey, Abs,” he said, hauling some fold-up tables into the office building. His brother Sam followed behind him with a table under each arm.
Abby looked up. “Hey, Noah,” she said, smiling easily. Her gaze slipped to Sam and her smile fell flat. She didn’t bother to greet her estranged husband. Noah wondered just how long those two were going to act this way. Neither one seemed to be interested in reconciliation.
“Hey, Krista,” Sam said, looking from Abby to Krista, who was busy moving furniture in the room.
“Hey, guys.” She pointed where she wanted the tables to be set up, then got busy draping them with white tablecloths. “We’re expecting about thirty,” she said, “so we’ll have to sit people close together.”
“Good thing we’re all friends and family,” Noah said, trying to cut the tension in the air caused by bringing Sam and Abby in close proximity.
“So what makes this an anti-bachelor-and-bachelorette party, and not just a Thanksgiving celebration?” Sam asked, setting up another table.
“Well”—Krista brought her hands together to her chest excitedly—“we have a few games that we’re going to play. And the happy couple can’t sit together. Jack is sitting there.” She pointed at one end of the room. “And Grace is sitting there.” She pointed to the opposite end.
“Why can’t they sit together?” Sam asked.
“Because it’s a bachelor and bachelorette party. They can stare longingly at one another, but they have to stay apart. At least at first.”
“And the gifts make it less of a Thanksgiving gathering, too,” Abby added, not addressing Sam.
