Free Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters Page A

minutes early, he'd have time to stop for coffees and bagels. He joggled his knee. Glancing around the room, looking for the most convenient path to make his escape, he grabbed his satchel and made a beeline for the south door exit.
    Fifteen minutes later, he was at her apartment door, but she wasn't answering his knock. Putting his key in the lock, he let himself in. “Krissy, it's just me.” He shut then relocked the door. Making his way through the living room, he couldn't help smiling as he remembered their encounter.
    “Krissy?” He set the coffee and bagels in the kitchen. That's when he heard the shower.
    He had two choices. He could let himself into the bathroom and join her. Erasing her rules in one act— guaranteeing himself a slippery hellcat. Instead, he took his coffee into the living room, sat on the couch, and kicked off his shoes. Picking up the remote, he turned on the television.
    “You're early.” Krissy stood at the threshold of the room with one towel wrapped turban style and the other around her body. Legs bare nearly to her ass, cleavage cresting the top of the towel as her arms held it closed. His body's response was instant. He moved on instinct. Crossing the room, he almost smiled as she countered his steps until her back was against the wall.
    “Johnny, wait.” She put her hand on his chest.
    He grabbed the towel on her head and pulled it off. Her damp hair cascaded past her shoulders, clinging to her skin. “I want to see you naked.” He tucked his finger between her breasts and hooked the towel. “All of you.”
    “Renegotiate the contract? I had a similar thought when I was in the shower.”
    His smile widened. She could've hit him with a truck. He thought he'd have to get her hot and whimpering before he asked for at least one of the rules to be broken. Before he had a chance to ask if he could kiss, touch, caress, or heaven help him, taste her, she continued.
    “I'll compromise. I won't get dressed, but I need a distraction. Last night was too intimate. Don't give me that look.” She pushed him back. “You know it was good.”
    “Great, actually.”
    “For your information, that's the problem. So this morning while I showered, I remembered this one really disturbing event in my life. It seemed to me that it just might be the perfect solution.”
    Johnny followed her to the couch. She tucked the corner of the towel tightly between her breasts and picked up his coffee.
    “I'll get the other one. I think I need to be sitting down for this.” He hurried to the kitchen, came back with the second coffee and the bagels and set them on the coffee table. “Can't wait to hear what you've come up with, so lay it on me.” He sat in the recliner and rested his forearms on his knees.
    “It's a long story, but basically I once had this dream. I remember it well because Shelby, Casey, and I laughed for weeks. Granted, it was funny. But I was permanently scarred. Disturbing doesn't come close. I couldn't use my vibrator for weeks.”
    “I want to see your vibrator. Can I use it on you?”
    “Focus, I'm telling you a story. At one time, I loved having sex in my dreams. After this...event, I went to bed terrified I'd have a recurring nightmare because I couldn't stop thinking about it.”
    “Sounds serious. So what happened?”
    She took a bagel from the bag. “I was having a perfectly great erotic dream. All the players were there.”
    “Who was it?”
    “Doesn't matter, never reached the peak. The dream went scary wrong. We headed for the shower.”
    “I want to know who the we were.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Imagine that it was you.”
    “Was it?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Were we as good in your dreams as we were last night?”
    “This particular dream didn't reach climax. There was a slight problem in the bathroom. Someone was already in my shower.”
    It didn't sound scary to him. Sounded interesting.
    “I pulled open the shower curtain.” She demonstrated the action. “Regis