Why the hell was she worried about whathethought abouther? She should be wondering why her husband would let her sleep with another man, for God’s sake. Nate’s chest ached, and his stomach churned. He shouldn’t have eaten all that Thai food.
“That’s not it.” His voice was gravelly. How could he tell her how much the idea of sleeping with her excited him? With her husband sitting right there. Christ. He rubbed his chest. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Would you think about it?”
He and Krissa faced each other, and his vision narrowed to just her. Beautiful. Sweet. Loving. She loved to please other people, do things for them—cook for them, feed them, help with their screaming children, put drops in their eyes—she deserved to have someone do something for her. She deserved to have what she wanted.
Did he have the strength to give it to her without it destroying him?
Chapter 15
Nate had managed to keep himself out of Krissa and Derek’s way while he wrestled with the dilemma of what to do about Derek’s shocking suggestion. He had to get a car. He could drive with the sunglasses on, and being stuck there at their home all day was making him crazy. His fingers itched to pick up a camera and start shooting. In fact, he longed to photograph Krissa, her expressive face eyes full of longing and sadness, hope and excitement.
Saturday night. Derek announced that he’d invited friends over for drinks and a dip in the hot tub. “I don’t think you know Steve and Kim.”
“No, I don’t.”
Krissa seemed unenthusiastic that they were coming over, but said nothing. She’d been very quiet any time Nate had seen her since they’d talked about the…uh…sperm donation.
Their friends arrived shortly after eight o’clock and they all went out onto the deck. Krissa served margaritas and set out bowls of chips with salsa and guacamole in Mexican-style pottery dishes.
Derek and Steve launched into a business discussion. Steve was another salesman. His wife Kim sat in the last rays of the sun, her blonde hair gleaming, tanned skin smooth. She had big, jutting tits that Nate could tell were enhanced, and a body honed by frequent workouts. Pink gloss shone on her full lips. Attractive if slightly fake. She and Krissa didn’t have much to say to each other.
“I’m readyto get in that hot tub.” Steve picked up his drink and stood.
“Yeah, me too.” Derek rose also. “I turned up the heat and removed the cover a little while ago. Come on Nate.”
Nate hadn’t used the hot tub since he’d been there. It would have been a good way to ease some of the tension he’d felt. Hell, he’d been tensebeforehe arrived, but walking into Krissa and Derek’s life hadn’t exactly helped that. Now he had more problems than he’d started with.
Krissa and Kim rose and walked over to the hot tub. Krissa trailed a hand through the water. “That’s nice.”
Derek pulled his golf shirt off over his head and started undoing his fly.
Taken aback, Nate had expected everyone to go change into swimsuits. He watched as Derek shucked shorts and underwear and stepped naked into the bubbling water. Steve followed.
“Coming in, buddy?” Derek called to him.
“Uh. Yeah.” His attention was distracted by the sight of Kim’s tanned body being revealed as she removed her clothing. She had startling tan lines. Apparently she wore a very tiny bikini when she tanned. Her melon-like breasts had small strips of white over the centers of them. Large round nipples must almost have been revealed by the bathing suit. Tiny white strips at each hip and a white triangle over her bare mound hinted at a minuscule bottom.
Nate swallowed. He didn’t find her all that attractive but still, seeing a naked woman that close up couldn’t help but affect him. He glanced at Krissa and heat swept over him as he realized she was watching him watch Kim.
Krissa’s fingers worked at the buttons of the sleeveless shirt she wore and Nate’s mouth went dry. Seeing a stranger strip was bad enough but watching Krissa disrobe… Jesus God.
She slipped the shirt off her shoulders, still watching him.
Kim stepped into the tub and joined the men, the water bubbling around their shoulders. “This is nice,” she purred. “Steve, we have to get one of these.”
“We should.” He sipped the margarita he’d set on the wooden bench near the tub.
Nate couldn’t have dragged his eyes away from Krissa if the big earthquake had struck at that moment, dropping them into the Pacific Ocean. She opened the button of the denim skirt she wore, tugged down the short zipper and then pushed it down over her hips. She bent and picked up the skirt, clad only in white panties and bra. Pink bows sat on each hip bone and between her breasts.
Her breasts were all natural, full and soft and round. She set the skirt on the chair where she’d been sitting and reached behind her for the clasp of her bra.
Pressure built in Nate, his body taut and trembling. When Krissa dropped the bra, exposing her breasts to the evening air, his breath stuck in his throat. Her nipples were high, small and puckered tightly, a pretty rose color that matched the bows of her panties. Sliding her thumbs under the strings at each hip, she shimmied out of the underwear and stood before him completely naked.
His vision swam and he realized he hadn’t been breathing. He choked on an inhalation. Krissa still looked at him. Jesus Christ. Nate’s eyes shifted to the hot tub where Derek sat and watched them.
“Come on, Nate,” Krissa invited softly.
