Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(48)

Krista struggled up, moaning, and reached between them, getting a hand on his zipper and tugging. When her gentle touch curled around his hard shaft, he nearly blacked out with pleasure, as if she was the first woman who had ever touched him intimately. He felt like a novice, completely succumbing to the feeling. He had only the control she was giving him, and ready to let her desire float him away, knowing she wouldtake them all the way, right where they were.

That fact had him so hot he could feel his body shaking with need, but a deeper feeling had him pulling back, out of the fog.This was not how he wanted the first time with her. He wanted to be in more control. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t hurt her or bring back any bad memories, to work up to it.

He wanted to be lying down for Christ-sakes!

“Krista...” he was breathing heavily, talking against her mouth. “We should stop. In a second I won’t be able to.”

“It’s okay. This is okay. I want this,” Krista mumbled against his mouth, sucking on his lip before angling and capturing his lips fully again.

Sean tried to back off but her legs had him firmly. Sweating freely, barely able to think through the wet warmth between her thighs, he pulled back harder, hating himself a little for the restraint, nearly dragging her off the car.

She clutched onto him harder, slightly off kilter, her mouth curling up into a smile as she kissed him. “Do you really want to stop?” she whispered with a laugh into his ear right before she sucked on his ear lobe.

Sean groaned. “No, but…”

Krista made a sound like a mewling kitten, then slowed.

~*~*~*~

Krista clutched at her internal emergency brakes. Part of being in control was her responsibility, too. He’d backed off with her a few times in their past when she said to; it was only fair that now she had the burden.

And while she would play the adult now, she did know one thing. She would finally allow herself what she’d been craving for all those many months since she first stole his printout. She would pit herself against his force and crash into him with her soul bared, giving him everything she had, matching his awesome strength with her own subtler power, hopefully pushing them to greater heights; hoping his prowess lived up to its reputation as she hoped hers was freed to be expressed. And if, come morning, the other part of him lived up to reputation as well, she would accept that as punishment for wickedly sinning with a guy like Sean, but she would have no regrets. Come tomorrow, whatever happened, tonight would not be about repentance, it would be about gratification, and she intended to have her fill, repercussions be damned.

“Can we just…” Krista paused before she finished the sentence. Stop didn’t mean finish. Although, that was also a way to stop.

“Okay,” she whispered, putting her head back against the car. “But I am really, really horny at the moment.”

Sean laughed, slightly shaking. “My God, you are beautiful,” he said through clenched teeth.

He did a push-up off of the car, allowing her to untangle her legs from around his body. She hated the cold that replaced him, but it helped stopper the blood flow.

“I nearly died when you bit me that one time,” Sean said, backing off so there was no contact.

Krista laughed a deep, throaty, sensual laugh. She recognized it. It had been a long time since she’d heard it.

“I don’t know what came over me that day,” she explained as she tucked herself back into her bra. She had absolutely no shame in her exposure. She might have been tucking in her shirt for all she was embarrassed. He seemed shocked by that fact, with hungry eyes. Apparently he didn’t often date girls as quick to embarrass herself as she was. When a girl was constantly doing stupid things, tucking back in was commonplace.

“I was thinking about the things I wanted to do to you…then I was,” she continued as she straightened her dress.

Sean groaned and leaned against her again, “Can you wait until I am restrained before you tell me things like that?”

“Or I could show you?” she said playfully, sliding her hands down his chest.

“N-no. No, no. Let’s—company. I have people over. We need to…”

Krista reached his cock.

“Ohhhh—have to…”

She laughed and pushed him back. “Sorry, that’s not very nice of me.”

“No.” Sean breathed, bent over in extreme concentration. “No, it’s not. Not at all, no. Give me a minute.”

Krista laughed again, “Sorry. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. That, and touch your chest. Done and done.”

She paused to listen for a minute. “Are you muttering the names of baseball players right now?”

“Yeah. Helps focus. Kinda.” He took a deep breath. “I wanted to wine and dine you. Get to know you without messing it up. Funny how the roles were reversed.”

Krista moved up behind him and gave his back a hug. “I’m glad we reconciled.”

He put his hands over hers, which were clasped on his chest. “Me, too. I’m glad you’re not with some douche that I would have to beat up to get you back.”

They both laughed, easy in each other’s company despite the lingering sexual dilemma. They made their way out of the garage, and into a small room that was a mess with sand and salt. His wet suit was hanging on a hook, his surf board leaning against the wall.