Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(122)

She walked to the bed and wondered where Sean was. Obviously he’d planned for her to see this alone.

On the bed was a note and a shallow, long box. Under that was a larger box. On top of the boxes was an envelope. The note said, “Open the boxes first.” she complied.

The first was a sapphire pendent surrounded in diamonds. It was absolutely beautiful. She laid it aside carefully and opened the larger box, and then nearly fainted. It was a silky Gucci dress! Gucci! He was giving her freaking Gucci! Her hands were shaking as she opened the envelope. Inside it said, “You said once that you got Michael Kors because you couldn’t afford Gucci. Since that day I’ve wanted to buy you a Gucci dress. Something to remember me by. You changed my life. I will love you always. Yours forever, Sean.”

She’d said that to Marcus in the limo on the way to the company wine dinner. It had been a passing comment made in jest. Sean had cared enough even then to internalize and remember.

With tears in her eyes, she felt hands on her shoulders. She bowed her head. “You know.”

“That you are going to move? Yes,” Sean’s deep voice was next to her ear.

“How?”

“I think all your friends know you have to. There’s no use fighting the inevitable.”

Krista still hadn’t turned around. She couldn’t face him. “What about you?”

“I can’t leave, Krista. I want to. Lord knows I want to go with you. But I can’t leave just yet. I have my house here. I can’t leave my job yet—I need that VP title. And there is my sister to think about. I have to let you go.”

Tears came harder then. So much for crying on her own. It felt like her middle was being extracted from her chest. “Are you pushing me away?”

“Yes.”

“But I thought we went over this? I thought we weren’t going to do that to each other?”

“We don’t have a choice, Krista. I can’t go with you, and you can’t stay. I don’t want to know where you go because I don’t want that crazy ex of yours following you through me. I think we need to make a clean break. Move on.”

Krista started crying so hard it felt like her spleen was coming out of her mouth. Sean turned her around and held her tight. He picked her up gently and set her in the bed.

“We still have a few weeks.”

She nodded mutely as she cried into his chest. He lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. She fell into the kiss with abandon. She felt his fingers deftly stripping her of her clothes and felt wetness on her face from his cheeks. Once he had her clothes off, he quickly removed his own. Without further ado, he covered her body with his, whispering that he loved her, and moved between her legs.

Where he would usually pause to take care of protection issues, this time he didn’t stop. Krista jerked to try and stop the proceedings, knowing how adamant he was about condoms despite the pill, but this time he softly cooed to her, and shook his head. “You said we were protected.”

Krista nodded.

Sean leaned down onto her again, rubbing the tip of his shaft along her slit. With a small movement, he broke through slightly until just the head had purchase.

“Ohhhh Lord, Krista,” Sean sighed, coming back out again. He stroked a breast, then slowly pushed his h*ps forward, his large manhood plunging deeper. He sighed the whole way to the hilt, pushing harder to go as deep as he could.

“Oh Krista, heaven. I can’t believe how good this feels--”

He was right, it did. It was comfortable, but erotic with nothing between them. The soft candlelight bounced off his rippled back as she ran her fingers over him. He slowly withdrew, feeling the sensations for as long as possible before he dove back in, still slow, still revering.

“This feels unreal,” he sighed again.

She smiled into the soft light as he pulled himself back out, ever so slowly. The glorious friction sent spirals of pleasure echoing through her body, but it was nothing compared to feeling sex without a condom for the first time in his life. Sean was in his glory. His face said so.

Krista wrapped her legs around him as she moved her body with his. She met each of his thrusts with her own, her wetness wrapping him tightly. He moaned as he crashed into her, unable to think of anything but the feeling. Krista, loving his intensity, threw herself into him just as hard. Their passion was burning brighter until they were in a fervor, nothing mattering but each other. All they were aware of was their partner’s body. All she smelled was his musty scent; the salty sea on a crisp summer day. All she saw were his deep green eyes, slightly infused with gold by the candle light. He filled all her senses and he set her aflame.

He was thrusting harder and faster now. They were riding the wave together, higher and higher, faster and faster. And finally, when the pleasure reached a height that made time bow, the wave broke, crashing down around them. All Krista’s nerve endings were ablaze. Her senses flaming white hot. She clutched onto Sean and fell back to earth.

The next day at work Krista made a decision. She wanted to give the women in the company a gossip enema. From what she’d heard, she was still largely an anomaly. The word got around that she rebuked Sean, which just wasn’t done. She was looked down upon for that as a snob, but grudgingly accepted because she had some sense.

Well, she was leaving anyway, so she was about to shove all their talk right up their asses.