Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(103)

“Perfection is in the flaws,” she said quietly as she folded herself into his arms and put her head on his chest. She felt him nod and clutch her tighter.

“I love you, Krista,” he said with a full heart.

She reached up to kiss him and felt her arousal stir again. He rolled her under him, having felt the same thing. The second time they made love was slow and sensual with all the tenderness both of them felt and were eager to share. She lost herself to him completely. She let herself go in complete trust and hit heights in pleasure she didn’t know even existed. It was like her body opened up, scrubbed away all the badness, and refilled with pure white light. Then overlaid all that with heart-stopping, X-rated pleasure.

Sean was good. He’d definitely earned his reputation. And in this, she wasn’t bitter.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Good morning beautiful.” Krista heard as a hand feathered her nether lips.

Without bothering to answer, or even opening her eyes, Krista opened her legs wider, granting him access, and arched back into him, expecting him to do all the work.

After a second of applied protection, he invaded her pleasantly.

“Oh!” Krista said in surprise as she came fully awake.

Sean chuckled softly behind her as he rhythmically moved, stroking her female parts and kissing her neck.

It was over fairly quickly, him being ready upon waking, her taking longer. She was an audience for the big O rather than a participant, but it wasn’t his fault, and it still felt freaking amazing, so she had no complaints.

As he was pulling out, he kissed her on the cheek and made to get out of bed. Krista, deciding that rising early was for the birds, closed her eyes again. She’d get more action in an hour when she actually felt like waking up.

Suddenly Sean froze. “Oh f**k, Krista! Oh God, oh God, oh f**k!”

As a man that didn’t swear ever, Krista was immediately alert. She looked around, expecting a head rolling across the ground or Mel Gibson on a horse holding that spikey-death-ball of Tory’s.

Nothing was amiss. It wasn’t time for her period, so she knew she didn’t make a mess of things—a quick check confirmed.

She turned to Sean grumpily.

“The condom broke!” he said in near hysterics. “I shouldn’t have hurried. I never hurry. I’m always careful. You’re just so sexy—it’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you. It’s my fault! Shit!”

Judging by his reaction, it meant she might have gotten a “present.” It was a serious black spot on the morning.

“Fuck.” Sean was on a roll. He sounded like Kate. “Shit. Well, at least it’s you, but still. We’ll just have to--damn it.” He was currently trying to clean things up.

“I am not sure what the part about it being me meant, but what should I be expecting from this? Do you need to tell me anything?”

He stopped what he was doing, which was basically fretting like an old woman, and looked at her quizzically.

“Will I need to be tested for anything?” she clarified.

Understanding dawned and he flushed. “Oh. No. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Until, well, right now I guess. Do I, uh, need to...you know...”

“No. I was tested for everything after the Ex, and since then I’ve religiously been safe—until right now—so I’m clean. We’re good. No worries. Now, I could use another thirty minutes of shut eye, so shhhhhhh.”

Crisis over, Krista laid back down and snuggled into the luxurious pillows.

“But what about pregnancy?” Sean said in a rush, interrupting her dreamy thoughts.

She didn’t bother turning around. “Are you kidding? I don’t trust my fate to condoms. I’m on the pill for just such an occasion. And for period predictability. I have expensive underwear—surprises cost money.”

“And that’ll be enough?”

Slightly irritated, Krista turned over in what was close to a bad mood. She looked at Sean closely, trying to determine what would end the crisis once and for all so she could get back to sleep. His face was lined with worry and his eyes were anxious. He was seriously, extremely freaked out about this. Sure, it was a big deal, but usually women worried about this kind of thing--men only freaked out if the worst happened. Like a sperm meets egg kind of situation.

“Wait. You’ve never had unprotected sex? Not even an ‘oops’ drunk episode?” Krista asked, still looking closely.

“No. Never. I was an ‘oops’ and I’ve spent a lifetime being reminded of it. I never wanted that for anyone else.”

Suddenly the callous manner in which Krista was handling the situation seemed horrible. She sobered up—and woke up--and took it more seriously.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize. Um, I haven’t skipped or messed up with the pill in a long time. It has held firm until now. We’ll be fine, seriously. You have absolutely no need to worry. Well, I mean, any more than you would using a condom. That didn’t break, I mean.”

He nodded his head slowly, looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.

“I wouldn’t leave you,” he said seriously. “And I would be a good father and a good husband. Or baby-daddy. Whichever. I just want you to know that.”

“Sean, please don’t think me harsh, but this is way too serious for a Sunday morning. We have nothing to worry about. And if the worst happens, ever, we’ll just figure it out, okay?”