Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(55)

“Better be. It is a mood kill every time.” She laughed. “But what about o**l s*x? I need boundaries, Mister.”

“Mister? Who are you, Oliver?” He lifted her dress up to her waist slowly, loving the play of the silky fabric as it shone and shimmered up her thighs and around her waist. Seeing her shapely legs bared before him, and her lacy panties, Sean spread her legs slowly, eyeing her playground.

Krista closed her eyes and leaned her head back, allowing him to dictate the pace this time. Losing whatever she might have been about to say as his hands felt her smooth skin.

Sean lightly traced her thighs, taking his time, building. He got to her panty line and watched as her torso ever so slowly tilted up, unconsciously giving access. Smiling to himself, Sean moved his hand away again, loving the kitten-like mew of disappointment. The woman could drive a man to distraction. The small moves she made, the subtleness, the nuances in her desire, and then all of a sudden she’d spring like a lioness in the grass and shoot his control all to hell. She’d done it repeatedly since he’d met her, but now, as he tickled her panty line again, and leaned forward to softly lick his tongue across her taut nipple, he was waiting for it. He very much enjoyed her frustration. He very much enjoyed how much she was into this. It reciprocated his own feelings. It grounded him. It also made him so damn horny he didn’t know how he would make it through the night without digging himself so deeply in her he got stuck.

“Maybe leave underwear on for the first time around?” Sean compromised. He didn’t trust himself with her exposed. Even just the bump and shadow he could see at that moment was driving him to distraction. He wanted to rip away that fabric and slide himself in to the hilt, grinding against her soft femininity.

Krista’s eyes snapped open. She looked down at him aghast. “You tease!”

Sean couldn’t help but smile as he retreated back down her thigh. “Penance for biting me without allowing me to reciprocate.”

“So. Not. Fair. Not fair!”

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Krista struggled up to a seated position, trying not to laugh. Sean sat up with her, a huge smile on his face. Catching his eye, still only half believing she was here, in his bed, she reached back and undid her zipper. He watched the movements, knowing what she was doing, but it wasn’t until the dress fell down to her waist, exposing her black, lacy push-up bra, that his smile faltered. Suddenly he was a lot more focused.

Not stopping there, because really, she had a lot more to offer than a great, also expensive, bra, she reached behind her with one hand and worked at the clasp. Then she worked at it a bit more. Turned out she wasn’t as good as guys at the one-handed-bra-removal.

Sean’s eyes, burning now, left her br**sts to find her eyes. He probably thought she was increasing the suspense on purpose. He must have seen her concentration, though, because his smile found its way back.

“Here, let me help you,” he said softly. He leaned into her, his face coming within inches of hers. His eyes dipped to her lips as his large arm reached around her rib cage. She let her hand drop as he neared, feeling the heat from his body, his breath brushing her eyelashes. In about one second her lacy masterpiece was falling away, letting her little lovelies tumble out.

“You have a knack for getting to the quick of the matter,” Krista said in awe.

“I was a virgin once, too. The female genitalia is a scary thing. But boobs belong in heaven. I wanted to see them every chance I got.”

“Unlike pushing little girls off stages, I don’t think you grew out of that last one.”

“No, I guess not,” he chuckled, looking down to her br**sts again.

Now that her shelf life was on display, Sean took matters into his own hands. He covered one breast with his palm and kissed down her chest, finding the other nipple and teasing it with his tongue. It was like a button that, once pushed, had the effect of rolling her eyes back in her head. He suckled and fondled, bringing her body to a quick boiling point.

He slid his hand between her thighs, tickling the edges of her panty line. Krista would’ve sighed if she wasn’t so busy holding her breath. She started to squirm now, grabbing the backs of his arms and pulling him closer. He was stronger, and resisted; dang him.

Not to be deterred, Krista yanked at his shirt, wanting to feel skin. When he complied in haste, she paused just to look. Speaking of masterpieces! The flickering light played across his rippled chest and stomach. He was tanned, he was ripped, he was a goddamned piece of art that Ben couldn’t create on his best day.

Though Krista would now ask him to try.

Her eyes feasted as her mouth planned the fastest route to Candy Land.

He put his arms down to the bed, leaning in, and slightly turning his awe-inspiring shoulders into boulders.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as his hot breath soaked into her neck.

“Wondering if it tastes as good as it looks.”

He ran a warm tongue over her jugular before he said in a whisper, “I was wondering the same thing. Let’s find out, shall we?”

Words couldn’t express the urgency she felt. She fell into him then, her body crashing against his. Her hands were everywhere; feeling every inch. She tweaked a nipple and felt up his dominating chest. She kissed and bit and sucked her way around his neck and shoulders. She moaned and writhed and twisted back to let him return the favor. He didn’t know his way around her body yet, but he was learning, and she suspected he had always been a fast learner.