Butterflies in Honey (Growing Pains #3)(93)

Sean turned to look at her. He was waiting for what came next. He apparently wasn’t going to make this easy.

Krista put her drink down on a table on the balcony and stepped closer. Sean leaned toward her slightly before he overcame the impulse and straightened up. Krista breathed in his intoxicating smell and drank in the sight of him. His eyes were slowly smoldering, waiting for a gust of wind to burn them brighter.

“I thought maybe we could…um, give things a try again?” Why was she so nervous?

Sean must have seen it because his face was a war of wariness, hope, and plain sexual desire. The guy had ironclad control, though. He backed up a little against the door jam.

“I thought you weren’t ready, Krista?” Sean asked, wariness winning the expression war.

“I’ve heard a lot of things from a lot of people. I think I’m just scared. So…”

“I don’t want to do this until you’re ready. This is too important to me. I’ll wait for you, as long as it takes. I’ll wait.”

If Krista wasn’t decided up until that point, she was now. She stepped closer. Their bodies were mere inches apart. Sean’s breath was coming in fast puffs. His hands were balled at his sides. Krista rubbed her palm up his chest.

“Krista—“ It was a whisper. It was a plea. He was close to losing control.

Good idea? Bad idea? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. If she couldn’t reconcile herself by now, she wasn’t going to. It was time to roll the dice and see if she got sevens.

“Sean.” It was lazy breath, as hot and sweet as a midsummer evening. It was the final push to unlock the dam.

Sean’s arms convulsed around her, drawing her to him in a flex. His mouth crashed into hers, their tongues doing the dance of love as their bodies closed the gap. Krista threw her arms around his neck and dared him to drag her under the throws of passion.

She was swung around so her back was to the door jam, Sean’s large, hard body pushing against her, trapping her with desire; his and hers both. His knees parted her legs and his hand pulled her dress up as his other hand was still wrapped around her, keeping her immobile.

Krista could feel the raw, animal desire coursing through him in waves, consuming him, taking over her. His hand found the inside of her thigh and quickly worked up to the apex . She leaned her head back and moaned as his fingers dipped into her folds and rubbed her pleasure places.

The contact sent Sean higher, into a frenzy. His control was well and truly ebbed, revealing his primal urge. In one quick yank he ripped off her panties and spread her legs roughly. She was being pushed hard against the door jam, his muscular torso pinning her. Krista waited for the fear, then the panic, of his dominating presence. She could sense the power from him, the strength. She felt his hands undoing his pants as his body leaned in against her roughly.

In a matter of moments he would insert himself forcefully and have his way with her. He would be out of control and she would be powerless to stop him. The fear she always got at this second, the memories of Jim’s violence…didn’t come. Instead, she felt herself panting and clawing at Sean’s back, trying to get him closer. She struggled to get him closer, awaited the painful gratification of a good, hard screw. Sean’s raw power excited her. His lust consumed her, burning her alive.

His erection was probing, finding her opening. Sean worked her legs wider, desperate for her. And then, in one quick movement, he pushed into her with a glorious sigh.

Krista arched back and moaned, the sweet pain of it sending shock waves throughout her. She pulled his hair as she threw her legs around him, needing him to take her weight and make his dominance complete. She felt a quiet power from within, from the knowledge that she could drive him to madness. That she could control his surges of lust.

Krista felt the force of her sexual desire unleash. She felt the passion awake from deep within—it was a passion born not from love, as Sean had seen a million times from her, but from her own animalistic urges. She’d locked down her wild-side when she realized what Jim was. She’d stored it away. Until now, she had thought she lost it forever. But she hadn’t, it was just dormant, waiting to trust again. Waiting for someone who would protect her and keep her safe while she explored her sexual side, which was 100% female.

She begged for him, tore at him, pleaded for him to go harder, to work faster. She moved and writhed and angled, gyrating into his thrusts, meeting his body with hers, mewling with pleasure so profound, there were sparks of light behind her eyelids.

Sean took her weight, knowing nothing but the sweet pleasure of her body. He let her lead, as he had often before, but this time, he was struggling to keep up. He wasn’t matching so much as following. And he wasn’t ashamed by it in the least; he was in rapture.

He had her full weight, ravaging her; pummeling into her until she screamed in delight. She took in the sensations of the hard door behind her, scraping, his coarse pants rubbing the inside of her thighs, and his soft, velvety skin repeatedly thrusting into her. She was panting in ecstasy. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted him to go on-and-on—and then, almost without warning, she was rocked by an orgasm so complete she knocked her head back against the door.

Sean matched a second later, thrusting into her one last time, feeling her insides constrict. He let everything go. Just held on and had one blissful moment in a different place. A place with no worries, no fears, just love. Just this feeling. With her.