Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(47)

He fell silent.

Krista shyly looked down, speaking to her hands busily making knots on her lap, “But you were all ready to go for it when you thought I’d say no. Then when I would’ve said yes, you backed away.”

“Well, I got scared, all right?” he answered, his head back against the head rest. “You gave me an opening after an extensive trial period, yeah. But the more I learned about you, the more I liked you. Then suddenly I got scared that I would dick you around like I always do. Then I would lose you. I couldn’t bear to lose you. So, I figured, having you as a friend would keep you in my life, and I couldn’t mess that up. But then...I did.”

“In all fairness, I helped,” she admitted. She exhaled a big breath. “In conclusion, I have issues with being dicked around, and you are the classic dick. So by definition we are at an impasse. But at least we are friends again. That’s something, right?”

Sean didn’t laugh. “I guess so. But for what it’s worth, I would really like to touch you,” he laughed softly. “Have, ever since I met you. And it’s been getting worse ever since.”

“Me, too, man. Me, too. Not in the cards, though. We’ll have to continue being sexually frustrated, having unfulfilling booty calls, and trying to stay positive when the other meets someone new.”

“Dismal.”

“Yeah. Dismal. Anyway, sorry for stalking you. But, since I’m here and it seemed to pay off in the end, shall we go in?”

“I suppose so.”

The thing about San Francisco houses is that the size of the garages leaves something to be desired. Krista had to squeeze out because Sean was obviously used to leaving more room on his side.

“Good thing I am thin, McAdams, because this is ridiculous.” Krista was halfway out, horizontal, one leg on the dashboard and her dress caught.

Sean laughed the whole way over to help.

Chapter Thirteen

Sean helped Krista out of the car, their bodies close because of the size of the garage. He looked down at her, his smile withering as his eyes devoured her. Wondering if he could watch her with another man without going insane. Wondering if he could ever be happy knowing he couldn’t have the one thing he was now realizing he’d always wanted. Wanting for keeps.

“We should go in,” he said quietly, determined not to break her trust by coming on to her yet again. He would not lose this woman, and he would endure whatever he must to make sure that happened. It was a truly dismal situation, but it was better than the alternative. At least if he was in her life, he could ensure no one ever hurt her again, whether it be him or someone else. He could at least protect her that much.

Krista nodded slowly, looking up into his eyes. Her face registered his longing, and instead of breaking down in worry, like she usually might, for the first time, hunger flitted. A deep feeling unfurled within him, blossoming. He saw the feeling mirrored on her face.

He watched in fascination as she slowly reached out a hand to his chest.

“In a moment,” she said, just as quietly, in a voice that belonged on a waterbed.

Sean’s eyes snapped to hers, unsure. As her small hand connected with his pec, she sighed, letting it slowly travel up his chest to his shoulder. She moved in closer, her other hand on him now, moving up to his neck.

“Kiss me Sean,“ Krista whispered, angling up to him.

With a frenzy of butterflies, not able to remember when the last time he was this nervous around a girl, Sean wasted no time. He bent to her softly, connecting his lips to hers for the second time, feeling them part for him and filling her mouth in a sweet rush.

Krista leaned back against the car, bringing him with her, slipping her hand up his shirt. This time, when he felt her slow caress down his chest, intending to go deep south, he gave her whatever room she needed. Then closed his eyes tight when he felt her tugging at his belt. He couldn’t remember ever being this worked up. He couldn’t remember the last time he was completely at a woman’s mercy.

She flung a leg over his hip, pulling him in. Right or wrong, he allowed himself to follow, angling his groin into hers, feeling her moist indentation through fabric. He couldn’t suppress the groan.

Krista deepened the kiss, bringing his body in until he was leaning all his weight on her. She clung to him, gripping his middle with her legs, gyrating her groin against his as she lightly sucked on his tongue, picking up his rhythm, ha**ng s*x in his mouth.

Sean, desperately trying to maintain some control through his frenzied brain, slippery with lust, tried to back off. Tried to remember which way was up. His c**k was so hard he could cut glass.

He put his hand on her hips, intending to get some distance, only to have her use the strength of her legs to control him, pushing him off slightly so his hands slipped in further than he intended. Without knowing how it happened, he swished the fabric of her dress out of the way. His finger hooked around the tiny piece of material covering her femininity and moved it away, feeling how incredibly wet she was. He nearly wept with the frustration of his arousal.

She moaned in ecstasy, keeping his body pushed away to give him maneuverability, leaning her head back against the car, gyrating into his hand. He gave her what she wanted and plunged two fingers deep into her.

“Oh Sean!” she exclaimed, writhing under him.

He pulsed his fingers as she swung her body up to meet them. Dizzied with lust, he yanked at her top. The sight of those round, perky br**sts tumbling and bouncing had him leaning over her in the next moment, claiming a nipple with this mouth, wanting to succumb completely to the fog of pleasure.