Lost and Found (Growing Pains #1)(81)

“I’m in a skirt, I’m not—“

“Get on. I’m losing my patience,” Sean said quietly.

“I can’t believe I am doing this in a skirt,” Krista uttered, climbing on to Sean’s broad back.

“I wish I had my phone on me,” Marcus whispered excitedly, “I need a picture of this.”

“Shut up, Marcus,” Krista muttered, hiking up her skirt to get her legs around Sean’s middle.

“I know about Mike at the Christmas party, Marcus,” Sean said casually, looping his arms around Krista’s thighs. “If you tell this story, I’ll tell that one.”

“You know about…” Marcus fell silent, suddenly less relaxed than Krista had ever seen him. He turned away from the other two and continued climbing. “This would have been good, too. I really wanted to see Monica’s face.”

It was a pleasant climb. While Marcus was quietly contemplating whatever secret Sean knew, Krista was breathing in Sean’s scent, squeezing him with her legs, feeling his muscles bunch and extend beneath her. She nearly rested her head on his shoulder and tucked her face into his neck. It would have been great to lightly tickle his neck with her breath, give him a gentle brush with her tongue before she nipped him. She’d love to see what he did. Love to see if he lost control. She wanted to feel the body under this jacket, currently rubbing her crotch through her thin panties. She wanted to know if he’d become aroused—if he’d treat her like all his other girls, or slow down for her. Focus more on her pleasure than his own.

She was lost in her fantasy. Lost in the thoughts of tasting his skin. In seeing if that taste was as great as its accompanying smell.

And then to her horror…she did!

While her mind was thoroughly in the clouds, she bent her face and ever so lightly trailed her wet lips across the base of his soft neck. She felt his arms flex around her legs, his biceps hardening around her parted thighs. She tightened her hold too, lost to it, lost to the sensation of what she was feeling in that moment, completely unaware of everything else around her. She opened her mouth and trailed her tongue up his neck, making his body go slightly rigid…then followed through with nipping him lightly.

Sean took a deep inhalation of breath and stopped dead. It was what finally woke Krista up from her erotic dream.

“Oh holy f**k!” She nearly threw up with what she’d just done. What the God-damned hell is happening to me? I-am-losing-my-mind!!

Marcus was turning around, just about to open the door that would let them out onto the floor. Sean, still frozen, would not let go of her legs. Marcus’s confused eyes hit Sean’s face, of which Krista couldn’t see, then knit in another confused furrow.

“What’s a’matter?” Marcus asked Sean.

“Let me down, Sean,” Krista said, scrambling, trying to break his hold on her legs.

Chapter Seventeen

Sean, so God-damned turned on his c**k felt like it was ready to explode, couldn’t move. If he did, he would back her up against the wall so fast no one could stop him, and ram himself into her with everything he had. He needed to plunge so deeply inside of her he reached the center of her being, then thrust and thrust until the world went black. If he let go right now, his control would follow immediately after.

“Sean, c’mon!” Krista struggled behind him, her apex grinding into his back.

Sean clenched his whole body. In a voice thick with need and tight with strain, he said, “Marcus, help her away, please.”

Marcus recognized that look. He was a man after all. He was also a man who knew other men at the height of arousal. He knew exactly what was going on, but Sean couldn’t worry about that right now.

“Okay, yeah…” Krista clattered to the wall, the sound of her heels against the concrete echoing through the hallway. She swiped her hair out of her face and raised her chin, trying for some decorum. She wiped her forehead of sweat. “That’s—we—I’m…” Krista gave a thumbs-up, then scoffed at herself. “I’ll go brave Jacob now, if that’s okay…”

Shaking her head, she crossed in front of the other two with her head bowed. When she was through the door Marcus stepped up to Sean with a sinful smile.

“Having difficulty, there, ‘ol boy?” Marcus clapped Sean on the back.

Sean put his hands on his h*ps and let out a breath in a whoosh.

“What happened?” Marcus pushed.

Sean shook his head and looked at the door Krista had just walked through. “She caught me off guard.”

“With what? How?”

Sean looked at Marcus, waiting expectantly with an excited grin, and was extremely thankful he had dirt on the guy. “Never mind. Let’s go save her from Jacob. We’ve wasted a lot of time and I still have a million things to get through before day’s end.”

As Sean stepped through the door, his body taut and flexed, he spied Krista halfway to her office and rushed to catch up. He couldn’t bat down a strange anxiety pinging through his body. A surge of adrenaline pumped his blood, forcing his breath out in fast pants.

He didn’t want another man touching her. It was a first. He’d always thought his complete lack of jealousy was one of his greatest flaws. When a girl revealed she was dating more than just him, he’d usually shrugged, completely unaffected. Rarely he’d believe it was true, and when he did, he’d assumed it was to make her seem more desirable; the carrot to the donkey. It never worked, although he always appreciated the excuse to end the acquaintance.