“STOP!” JT GRABBED HOLD of her head to cease her actions, though a part of him yearned for her to continue. “I need to sit down.” He did so, right on the carpet at their feet. His legs would not support him any longer. Where had the bone and muscle from his body gone?
Krista sat beside him, one hand stroking his back as he rested his forehead against his bent knees. “What is happening to me?”
“What are you feeling?”
“I’m torn between giving in to the strong yearning and running far from it.”
“What else?” Krista urged. “It might help for that data you’ve been collecting.”
He didn’t answer right away, but lifted his head, trying to focus on his words. “When you touch me like that—”
“You mean, like this?” Krista reached between his thighs and took him in her hand again, stroking softly.
