Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2) (20 page)

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, having
sex 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 cock 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 breasts 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.

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
would
take 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.

“Isn’t this stuff better left in the
garage?” she asked, surveying all the gear as her eyes got
accustomed to the light.

“Then where would my car go?”

He was right--being this close to the beach
meant a constant influx of sand in everything. His car would be
dirty 24/7, an unthinkable thing in Sean’s opinion.

He led her by the hips to stairs that would
take them to the rest of the party. They could feel the warmth of
the house and hear a small group of people collected in his living
room. Before Krista could put her foot on the stair to go up, she
was being turned around.

Sean’s eyes were deep, green pools. It was
like a lagoon with refracted light on top.

“I wanted to see your face in the light for
one last kiss,” he whispered as he bent down to connect his lips
with hers.

His lips were sure and sensual, moving with
purpose and intent. Krista could feel his ardor rise, but also the
sensitivity in the way he gently held her face and playfully
flicked his tongue. Lovemaking with him would be truly spectacular.
Krista was a sodden mess in her under-roos, wanting to be touched
hard and fervently. She moaned without realizing it and pushed him
away harshly.

“You’re teasing me,” she said, panting.

He kissed her cheek. Then her lips ever so
lightly.

“C’mon. Everyone is probably wondering where
I am,” he whispered.

“Boo!” Krista said petulantly, wanting to go
straight to his bedroom. She desperately hoped there would be time
later to finish up.

Sean chuckled and gave her butt a tap as she
walked in front of him, “Mush, little doggie. Mush.”

She giggled like a chick and let him guide
her with his hands on her hips up the stairs. They passed through a
decorated hallway and came to the living room.

“Sean, Krista! C’mon in and have some wine.
Red or white?” Mary exclaimed as she ushered them in. She was ever
the model hostess, even if it wasn’t her house.

“Red,” they said in unison.

Krista smiled at Sean, who put his arm
around the small of her back and winked. Mary laughed and rushed to
get them drinks.

“What took you two so long?” Ray asked with
a deeper meaning evident.

“It is a maze out there,” Sean said with a
laugh. Ray nodded knowingly.

Cassie was talking to Keith, but broke away
when she saw Sean and Krista were settled with glasses. “Krista, so
how did you like the play?”

Krista decided quickly that white lies
didn’t count as lying. “Oh, it was really great! I really liked it.
And Sean, of course, was sensational.”

Mary and Ray smiled, totally believing her.
Cassie looked at her with a twinkle that said she didn’t agree,
Keith was looking at the TV, which wasn’t on, and Sean was studying
her intently with a laugh behind his eyes.

“I call bullshit,” Sean
said, letting the laughter bubble over. “And now tell us what
you
really
thought.”

Krista’s face turned red
immediately. “Okay, well,
honestly
, it was a bit weird for my
taste.”

“I knew it!” Sean said as he laughed loudly.
Ray joined him.

“But,
right
? It was weird, right?” she
asked Cassie.

Cassie’s smile was giant, “Weird is right. I
am starting to think that everything in that part of the city is a
little off.”

“
Unfair,” Krista exclaimed.
“You just haven’t done the Mission properly. Well, truth, yes, it
is a bit off, but that’s what makes it fun! Are you around
tomorrow? I will take you for a tour of the great places that that
part of the city has to offer.”

“I think I am too scared.” Cassie laughed,
throwing up her hands.

“No, seriously. No whips, no heroin, and
I’ll try to keep us as far as from the crack-heads and crazy bums
as possible. There are some truly great eating spots, and some bars
that are fantastic. It is the young, hipster part of town.”

“I thought North Beach was the young spot,”
Sean said.

“North Beach is the young spot for
fraternity types. Super fun, but hard to get to and often sporting
a bunch of douche guys. Marina is for yuppie boys who all dress the
same. Mission is for bartender types that just want to have fun and
not spend a fortune to do so.”

“And Castro?” This from a mid-level voice
across the room.

“Keith, so glad you could
join us,” Krista said sarcastically. Everyone laughed, including
Cassie. Keith did not find it hilarious. “Castro is ruled by the
gay men. Very fun, of course. Great dancing and you don’t usually
get hit on. Well,
I
don’t. Keith, you would probably get hit on constantly. Maybe
even a butt pinch.”

Keith scowled and looked back at the TV.
Which still wasn’t on.

“Well, I am here the whole weekend and Sean
has to do that play tomorrow, so if you’re up for it, I’ll head to
the Mission with you,” Cassie said good-naturedly.

“What about me?” Keith whined.