Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(56)

Krista was desperate now. She was teetering on the edge and wanted a push. She was so hot she was pulsing. Not to mention writhing. Not to mention a fountain in her sparkly pink panties—no she hadn’t thought to wear a matching set of underwear, what with her crystal ball being on the fritz. She did know that she needed hard, and direct, contact.

She flung herself back, beyond grace. She grabbed at his shoulders, pulling his body down toward hers. She seized his mouth and sucked in his tongue. With her legs wrapped around him, she arched herself up to align his c**k perfectly between her thighs, and squeezed him closer, getting a hard rub against his harder erection. The sensation made her bones feel like they were dancing in a field of electricity. She lost herself. Completely.

She slid her hands from his back, around and under, sliding against that flat stomach, down to his pant line, and further still. He must have known where she was headed because he sucked in a huge breath and rose up a fraction, unconsciously giving her more room to work.

And she did.

She had her hands on his deliciously hard bulge, wanting more. Wanting the rough of his pants to fall away and reveal the smooth of his shaft. She stroked and rubbed, working her way into his jeans. His constrictive pants made maneuvering difficult, trapping her hands, so she ripped those open quickly, giving her a clear shot of the front of his boxers. She brought one hand out and moved it to his butt, pulling him closer and bringing him down on top of her, her legs spread wide and ready to receive him. The other hand wiggled into his treasure chest as if she was a pirate, just barely closing around…

“Whoa, Pet,” Sean grunted through gritted teeth. “Stop, stop, stop.”

Through the fog Krista realized his hands were off her body and clutching the sheets in bunches at her sides. He was gripping so hard the veins on his arms were standing out.

She froze. She’d just gone way, way over the line. She was woman enough to admit it.

It didn’t help her over-active libido, though. Her lady-wood was throbbing! She put her hands in the air like she was on the other end of a bank robbery and took a couple of deep breaths. Sean sat up, belt loose and pants hanging open. If he’d given her another thirty seconds, she would’ve broken his rule. Without mercy.

Krista sat up with him, feeling the need to cover herself, and resisting.

“Sorry,” she said, looking anywhere but at his eyes. “I got away from myself there.”

“Not as sorry as me, I think.” Krista could hear the strain in his voice, but also the laughter.

She did look up then.

His eyes were still burning, and he was still breathing fast, but he was looking at her with adoration. He smiled and said, “You are so unbelievably sexy, Krista Marshall. Half of me wanted to let you take the lead. Or, uh, keep the lead, I guess.” His eyes sparked hungrily. “But I don’t want to mess this up. It’s a stupid rule, I know, but I just… I don’t want to mess this up. Sex is always the doorway to the end. I guess I just want a little time to ease into it.”

Krista smiled sheepishly, “I don’t really have an explanation other than you’re hot, so please don’t think I’m sulking when I leave it at sorry.”

Sean laughed and lay back down, pulling her next to him. As if by unspoken acknowledgement, they started again, only slower this time.

He traced his fingers up the inside of her thighs. She widened her legs to allow him to go all the way up, wanting his touch inside her so bad she was desperate. But she would keep things in check this time. She didn’t need to humiliate herself twice in one night.

A smile spread across Sean’s features as he lowered his body next to hers. He teased her nipple a little more, pushing that button. Then he dropped his hand between her legs, lightly teasing her sex, until she couldn’t control herself and was clutching onto his body, begging for him to enter her. Begging for him to end the torture.

He must have started getting weak to her pleas, because with a jerky movement, he put his whole hand on her, covering her sex completely. She gave a mighty jolt, convulsing, her body going taut, egging him on. He started rubbing with fervor, hitting that topical spot just right, building. Riding the sensations, feeling the heat, there was a minute of harsh rocking and rubbing against that palm, shallow pants filling the room, before her world exploded. A ragged, “YES!” was torn from her throat as her whole body detonated, and then shattered, each piece hitting an arc, tinkling back down into her body.

When Krista finally came down from Mt. Climax she kissed Sean languidly.

“My goodness,” he said quietly with that secret smile.

In that instant she realized the secret--it was his feelings for her. Sean seemed capable of great depth. Not for the first time, she looked at him in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she was here, with him, sharing a moment of intimacy so deep, so heartfelt, that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. If he wouldn’t freak out, she would’ve let it.

“That was certainly torturous, McAdams. You might turn on some music so no one knows how vile you really are.”

He got up to do just that. When he turned back, he stopped, surveying her on his bed. His eyes fell over her skin, tracing her br**sts and zeroing in on her spread legs. Hunger ate at his eyes, desire raging in his pants.

“You are beautiful, Krista. You take my breath away,” he said, breathing heavily. “I repeat it often, I know, but…I can’t think of any other lines to give. It’s just that simple, you’re beautiful.”