Johnny Loves Krissy (22 page)

“Oh, Johnny, don't tell me details. I know enough about Drew, his equipment, who he uses it on and how.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I hope there isn't a confession coming on.”

“Yikes! Drew? Give me a break.” The tightness in her chest eased. However, now her nipples responded to Johnny's nearness. He grazed the pebbled peaks with his chest. Getting turned on was starting to hurt.

“I'm tired, Krissy.” His voice lowered. “Where do you want me to sleep?”

His voice sent heat spiraling to her core. Her heavy breasts ached, yet her nipples hardened for his touch. She craved his mouth on the crested peak. She desperately wanted him to stay. She needed him to hold her and assure her that the new development, although thrilling, wasn't the reason he stayed.

“You won't hurt my feelings if you ask me to sleep on the couch, and nothing has to happen if we share your bed.” He touched her arm, trailing his finger along the sensitive underside.

She smirked. “You can't get me pregnant.”

He chuckled. “God, I missed you.”

Krissy wrapped her arms around his waist. “I want you to sleep in my bed.” She lifted her face, staring into his smoldering eyes. “And when I get up in the morning, I want you to be there. Don't leave in the middle of the night again.”

He brushed a kiss against her cheek with tenderness. “I almost couldn't do it. I watched you sleep for a while. Thought about kissing you awake. In the end, you only want friendship, and I'm trying very hard to stay uncommitted. So I promise not to mention love and devotion and focus on fun and friendship.” Her tummy swooned when he put his hand on it. “And family.”

She'd changed her mind. She wanted to make love. The
just sex
sign flashing in the corner changed into a glaring, red warning light. “Then all we are is friends having a kid?”

Her heart hammered, the pounding of her pulse loud in her ears. She hadn't opened up, just for him to close the door.

“We're much more than that.”

She let out the breath she held.

“Can I take you to bed now?” The gentle pressure of his lips pushed her backwards a step. And then another.

He tugged on the hem of her shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to lift it over her head, dropping it to the hallway floor.

His knuckles grazed the swell of her breast. She sucked in sharply.

“I love your breasts.” He bent his head taking one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling a moan of both pleasure and pain from her lips. “I'm hurting you.” His warm breath on her flesh soothed.

“Yes, but don't stop.”

Johnny backed her into the bedroom. Facing each other, he unsnapped his pants, letting them fall from his hips to the floor. He stepped out of them and tugged down his boxers. She missed the sight of his glorious cock jutting out from the thatch of dark, springy hair. Moisture pooled in her mouth, thinking about the swollen head crowning his thick, silken shaft. She could almost taste the musky essence.

His hand wrapped around the base and stroked it once. Her mind clouded with images of him in the shower, steam creating an ethereal mist between them as they self- satisfied. The room spun. She reached out to grab the dresser, but it was out of reach. She stumbled.

Before she could fall, Johnny had her in his strong arms. “Are you okay?”

“Just dizzy.” She held his forearms as he maneuvered her to the bed.

“No theatrics tonight,” he whispered. “You need to rest.”

“But I want to be with you.” She pulled on his arm.

He leaned down and kissed her temple. “It's late.” Walking to the wall switch, he turned off the light, plunging the room into blackness. “Damn, but your apartment is dark. Ouch!”

“What?”

“Stubbed my toe on the dresser.”

The mattress dipped. She smiled when he tugged on the sheet. “If you didn't keep the air on, you wouldn't need this many blankets.”

Johnny pulled the comforter over their naked bodies. She snuggled close to his side. “Heavy blankets have always made me feel safe.” Her fingers traced over the smooth divide of his chest. “I won't be afraid with you here.” With his arm wrapped around her shoulders, her head pillowed perfectly against him.

“Then go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere.”

Krissy sighed and tried to lie perfectly still. Johnny's heavy breathing took on a relaxed tempo. She didn't know if he slept. How could he? They were naked. She couldn't believe it. He sighed, relaxing even more. A live wire didn't carry as many volts of current as was shooting through her system. Every nerve frayed.

Blinking didn't help. Her eyes were wide open. Her body waited for the slightest signal that he couldn't sleep. The hum of the alarm clock competed with the hum of the refrigerator. Soon the air conditioner would drown out both. And she'd still be wide- awake.

Wetness seeped from her pussy, trickling between her legs and onto her thighs. Wanting a connection to Johnny, a throbbing awareness in her body kept her from controlling the clenching spasms of her core. He wasn't holding her as close, yet his fingers still curled around her shoulder. He couldn't be sleeping. To check, she shifted. Her breasts might be sore, but she still sought his touch. If awake, he had to feel her nipples brush his skin.

She sliced her leg between his, enjoying the texture of his leg hair against her smooth skin. His breathing changed, no longer deep and steady, but quick and shallow. Her breast pressed against his side. The achingly hard nipples tightened further.

Sexual tension radiated between them. She knew he wanted her. The strength of that desire caused the sheet to shift. She trailed fingers down his chest. His pulse leapt to life beneath her ear. She turned her head and placed feathering kisses along his sternum. Desperate for a taste, her tongue slipped out from between her parted lips and flattened against his pectoral. Her fingers wrapped around his upper arm. Leaning up, she gave his nipple a soft nip.

“Johnny,” she whispered into the darkness. Her hand wrapped around his cock. “You're up, too.”

The crack of his grinding teeth filled the room. “You should rest.”

“I will.” She slid her body over his. Spreading her thighs to accommodate his hips, she rubbed the fleshy part of her pussy along the length of his cock. He groaned, gripped her hips and rocked against her. He didn't penetrate, allowing only the pressure to stimulate.

He leaned up and turned her onto her back. “Will I hurt you?” He braced his weight with outstretched arms. In position to penetrate, he waited.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, combing the hair at his nape with her fingernails. “I'm learning, Johnny. You'd never hurt me.”

She angled her hips, allowing the knob of his cock to slip between her dewy folds, rub against her aching clit and nudge her entrance. With a growl, he plunged into her. She sighed in contentment at finally having him stretching her taut passage. Cream slicked her walls and gloved his shaft in wet heat. Rearing back until just the tip remained within her pussy, he thrust deep, filling her again. Swollen labia wrapped along his length and internal spasms contracted against him.

Krissy discovered they could make love without laughter. His slow deliberate strokes, built a steady, intense fire. She pressed her fingertips into his back. His body rolled like a wave, crashing into her core. He braced above her, keeping his full weight from resting on her tender breasts.

“You feel amazing.” His tempo increased. “Come on, baby, come for me.” Holding himself with one arm, he used the other hand to take her thigh and lift her leg higher. Shifting his angle, he stimulated another area deep inside.

“Oh, yes. More.” Her toes curled. Lightness numbed her thoughts. Her core contracted, and an orgasm washed over her with the same rhythm of Johnny's thrusts.

“That's it.” His muscles tensed, but he didn't follow her with a release of his own.

He stilled and pulled from her body. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is perfect. You're beautiful.”

“You didn't come.”

“Not to worry, I will. We're not done.”

This Johnny she adored. He made her smile, made her heart happy. Funny, yet sensitive. With Johnny she felt safe to express her most intimate needs. Desires having nothing to do with sex, physical expression wasn't a problem. He exposed her heart.

Tears threatened. Grateful for the depth of the darkness, she blinked them away. “Where do you want me?” she asked.

“On your knees.”

She knew. “You're such an ass man.”

“With you, I'm a tit man, too. Your breasts are tender, and I don't want to hurt you. I want to pound into you. Hard. Until you're ready for a frontal assault, this is the best way.” His hands caressed wherever they touched.

“Tear it up, baby,” she whispered.

He pushed the covers off the end of the bed. She took position on her hands and knees close enough to the top of the bed to brace her hand against the wall.

“Will I hurt you?” His hand rubbed a small circle on her ass cheek.

“No, but if you don't hurry, I might hurt you.”

He chuckled. Then she couldn't speak. Johnny slammed his cock, full hilt into her. Arching her back, she cried out.

“You have the best ass.” He held her still.

She savored the sensation of his cock stretching, filling, and pressing to the top of her channel. “You can talk dirty to me now. It's not breaking the rules anymore.”

“We'll talk about rules tomorrow,” he said. With powerful thrusts, he plowed up into her cunt. Wet slick heat burned, consumed, had her crying out for more. This wasn't making love, sex, or simple fucking, Johnny dominated, wringing all he needed from her honeyed core. She couldn't speak, could barely breath. Each plunge of his rigid rod stroked her hotter. She melted and shivered. Pleasure flowed as easily as breath.

Reaching between her legs, she scraped a fingertip over her hardened clit. She was almost too sensitive to touch. Juices slicked her fingers. Inching lower, she touched his cock as he plunged deep, her body suctioning to him. Her folds clung to his shaft as he reared back. Thick cream coated his cock.

A long gravely groan rolled from his throat. He surged into her and froze. Krissy inched back and tugged his tightened sac with her drenched fingers.

A feral intensity tightened his body. “Enough.” The strained words heightened her responses. He was as lost as she.

“Then fuck me, Johnny. Hard.”

His fingers dug into her hips. He nearly lifted her from the bed as his frenzied thrusts pushed them both over the edge. She fisted her hands in the sheets as her mind spiraled into euphoric oblivion.

Chapter Fourteen

Unfamiliar Familiarity

The crisp sheets tangled around her legs, Johnny's arms circled her waist, just under her breasts. She stretched, lifting her arms above her head and then rolled to face him. She nuzzled her nose into the warmth of his chest. The inhaled scent of his skin reminded her of the passion they'd shared. Even breathing caused his sternum to lift against her cheek.

How stupid she'd been to almost toss this away. He'd slept in her bed and held her throughout the night. She kept waiting for the familiar constriction of fear to squeeze her heart. Instead, all she felt was content— and loved.

“Morning.” His fingers slid into her snarled hair.

She pressed her lips to his flat stomach. “
Good
morning.”

“
Great
morning. Coffee?”

She pulled away and sat up. “Can't. It tastes like battery acid. My first symptom. Actually, when I started throwing up, I should have suspected. Shelby did. I thought stress made me sick. The night you left me when I wanted you to stay, I thought...I thought you played a head game on me.”

He stretched with a growl. “We both played head games, toyed with each other's emotions. I wanted to show you we couldn't go back. Too much has changed between us.”

He gave her buttocks a gentle swat.

“Hey, now.” She smiled, knowing Johnny tracked her movements as she went to the dresser for a clean pair of panties and a T- shirt. “Go make yourself coffee. I should be able to handle the smell. At least, better than you'd handle going without.”

She headed toward the bathroom. First thing in the morning was the best time to take the second pregnancy test. She closed the door and took a test from under the sink. If she got the positive result again, this would be the last pregnancy test she'd ever take. The advanced endometriosis wouldn't give her a chance to conceive again. She put her hand on her stomach. Even though she didn't feel any different inside, a baby could be growing inside her.

Johnny tapped on the door. “Are you taking the test?” She noted the panic in his quickly spoken words. “If you are, how long before the results show? And if you're not, don't rush. Whenever you're ready.”

“I'm taking the test, and I don't need any help.” She looked at the test tube in her hand and then at the closed bathroom door. She didn't have these nervous butterflies when it was just her waiting for the little plus or minus.

“Krissy?”

“Go make your coffee and quit bugging me. I can't pee with you listening at the door anyway. I'll be out in a minute and we can wait for the results.”

“You're sure?”

“Go!”

She turned on the fan, hoping to drown out the
distraction
making coffee. Another thought crossed her mind. What did she really want in regards to living arrangements? Was she ready for real permanence? She wasn't sure she wanted one sleep over to become two, and then three. Shit, what if Johnny never went home?

“What am I worried about?” Krissy shook off her wayward thoughts. Johnny respected her need for time alone. He wouldn't crowd her, and he wouldn't give up his apartment. Not for a while anyway. She didn't need to think about anything beyond the test in her hand. After taking care of business, she left the test on the edge of the sink and walked out of the bathroom. She didn't want to see the results without Johnny.

She went to the kitchen to wait the five minutes for the results to show. Johnny stood at the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He'd put on his jeans, leaving the top button undone. Her eyes traveled the trail of hair up the hard plane of his stomach to the bare, clean lines of his chest. When her stare came to rest on his face, he looked at her over the rim of his cup as he took a sip. One eyebrow cocked, asking the question for him.