Page 59 of Keep Me Safe

“What do you want, Noah?”

“Well, coffee for one,” I tell her, moving around her to take my new favorite mug from the cupboard. “Oh, and breakfast,” I say, taking a piece of pineapple.

“Stop it, this is for later,” she scolds, swatting my hand away.

I laugh and can’t help but steal another piece, and she glares at me. If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.

“Maybe listen to the person holding the knife,” she says, waving the blade in the air.

“Fine, fine. Thank you for doing that, by the way. You didn’t have to.” She really didn’t. Jared never helps with this kind of stuff anymore, so I’m used to doing it alone.

“It needed to be done, plus I was hungry too,” she says, popping a piece between her lips.

God, that mouth of hers. I glance down atmy shirtthat she’s wearing, her sleep shorts barely visible under it. Did she sleep in it? My gaze follows the curve of her breasts, telling me that she isn’t wearing anything underneath. I can’t help but imagine bending her over the counter, showing her exactly what she does to me.

Fuck. I close my eyes and rub my hand over my face.

Kira goes right back to slicing the fruit, throwing it all into a bowl for later. This woman is going to be the death of me. Letting out a breath, I pour coffee into my mug and grab the creamer from the fridge.

“Nice shirt, where’d you get it?”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, then back up at me, her cheeks flushed. I nod, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Careful, princess, you wouldn’t want Jared to see you in that,”I say, my eyes meeting hers.

“Want me to take it off then?” she asks, her hands moving to the hem.

I haven’t wanted anything more in my life.

“Just change into something else before the party.”

I turn and head for the garage. I need to get out of this kitchen before I do something I shouldn’t.

I’m still in the garage when Keith shows up later with a bag of fireworks and a cooler dragging behind him.

“I got the booze and the explosives!”

I let out a laugh, slamming down the hood on the Nova. I take the cooler from him, helping him bring it around the house to the porch. It’s probably around four now, and everyone should be showing up soon, so I should probably put on a shirt.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go change.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be here with a beer.”

Running up the stairs, I throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. By the time I get back outside, Kira is sitting with Keith on the back porch,still wearing my shirt, except now It’s tucked into the front of her fitted denim shorts, the strings of her green bathing suit poking out from the top. She notices my eyes trailing over her body, a smirk on her face. She knows what she’s doing to me.

“McDreamy, Keith here was just telling me how you used to be quite the party animal. I wonder when that changed.”

“Keith,” I sigh.

Kira lets out a laugh.

“I’ve got to go finish the lemonade, but I’d love to hear more about Fun-Noah later,” she says, standing and swiping a beerout of the cooler.

“Drop it,” I demand.

She groans, opening the cooler and setting the bottle back inside before heading into the house.

I take her spot in one of the wooden chairs facing the porch swing. Memories of that first night play in my mind. Her in that fucking dress. The feel of her body on mine. It felt so right, but then Jared came home, and it reminded me why we can’t do that.

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