Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(99)

He smiled as he reached for her. “Here I am trying to be good, and you are trying to tease me,” he said, running his hand over her nipple.

Krista gasped as sparklers went off in her pubic region from the ministrations of his thumb. Swollen and needy, she slid a hand up his chest and moved closer, pushing her body against his erection.

“Patience, Pet,” Sean said with his secret smile.

Sean leaned down to touch his lips to hers, softly, sweetly. After he shampooed and conditioned her, he did his own, having to inform her that women did not wash the hair of men.

“Is that another rule in the man-code book?” Krista asked with a smile, grabbing for the bar of soap. “You can’t let a chick wash your hair? How dumb is that?”

“Shows weakness.”

Krista laughed at him, lathering her hands. “No it doesn’t! I bet it is man-code because women are shorter and men got worried about having to bend over in the shower. That’s what I’d bet!”

~*~*~*~

Sean laughed and shrugged, eyeing her as she approached. He loved the heat in her eyes; the desire. He loved being on the other end of it. A thrill of anticipation shocked through him. He would let her take the lead this time, excited that he didn’t have to stop her. He had a feeling he was in for a wild ride, and nothing could tear him away from it.

“I don’t have to be worried that you are now coming at me with soap, right?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I will clean you, man-code be damned.”

“Oh, you can clean the body. That’s okay. Just not the hair.”

“So stupid,” Krista said with a smile, putting her hands on his chest.

Sean rested his hands on her hips, feeling her hands cover every inch of his body. He didn’t mind that she washed his upper body three times, or that she made him turn around to make sure his butt cheeks were good and lathered up. He loved the slow rinse, her little hands making sure every bubble had been washed away. Then, when she scooted up to him, her hands on his shoulders, and wiggled his c**k down toward the break in her legs, he stopped being able to think at all. He closed his eyes in rapture, letting her play, and feeling himself pushed into the space in her upper thighs right against her slippery slit.

“Careful, love,” he said, feeling the tingle at the head of his cock. He didn’t have long before he blew. It was torture, but exquisitely so.

Krista slid her hand up his slick chest to his neck, and bent him to her lips. With her other hand she cupped a butt cheek, pushing his groin against hers. His c**k was firmly lodged between her legs, his mouth greedy and insistent, his hands clutching her hips, but not helping the movement in any way. Letting her work. Feeling the pull in his stomach as his c**k slid in and out of the little space between her upper thighs. He trusted her not to go any further. He trusted her not to angle up, causing him to dip in, so he let his mind go, concentrating on the feeling.

His plunging tongue got faster, more frantic. Krista sped up her stroking, letting him rock into her body, almost ready to angle up himself. Her velvety lips hugged his shaft. She broke the kiss, seized his butt with both hands, and yanked him closer, squeezing her legs around him. Before he could tell her to be careful again, she was running her teeth along his neck.

Sean’s breath hitched. He squeezed her harder, needing to thrust into her. Needing it so bad his c**k was throbbing. He was close. Nearly there. He needed to finish.

He pushed her back against the tile and reached down between them, incapable of thinking, incapable of remembering rules or why it was a bad idea. He left her wet slit, then plunged two fingers in, intending to follow with his girth. Krista, not realizing the final act was coming, threw her head back against the tiles and grabbed his shaft with a firm grip, stroking quickly, nearly there herself and needing to come.

The tight stroking was too much—Sean couldn’t hold on. With a shudder and a moan, he spent himself along her hip, not stopping his fingers even as he splashed her with his se**n. A second later Krista’s eyes fluttered and she was reached for him again, wanting to be kissed. Wanting to come down with him.

That had always been the blessed thing with Krista. She wanted to share cl**ax with him. She wanted to fall back to earth with him as her soft landing place. It was a change from other women. They came, took their moment, and then they praised him as they sidled up. They weren’t connected to him in any way—it had always been just sex, whether they knew it or they didn’t. And that had always been fine with him. But then, he hadn’t had anything to compare it to.

Krista was ruining him for anyone else. The buck stopped with her.

Why didn’t that scare him anymore?

“That was nice,” Krista said with a grin.

She washed herself off in the shower. Sean didn’t bother telling her he nearly took her right then. It would give her ideas.

“What’s funny?” Krista asked, eyeing him speculatively.

Sean laughed again, changing gears. “It seems you like the vampire arts.”

Krista shrugged, embarrassed, “Not usually. For some reason it just seems to fit with you.”

Sean stepped closer again and turned off the shower. “Please don’t think I mind.”

“Go for two?” Krista asked in a sultry voice.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sean got Krista so revved up it was maddening. She needed to get laid. Really badly.