Free Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2) by K.F. Breene

to twist that was the problem. It flat-out
wasn’t happening. He couldn’t turn his hips and body enough to get
the pose right. He was twisted all catawampus and having a hard
time with his balance. If he couldn’t get the pose, which was
Warrior 1, there was no way he’d go onto Warrior 2.
    Krista walked to the side of him, keeping
her laughter to herself. She put one hand on his shoulder and one
on his side, thinking that if London Bridge fell down, it wouldn’t
be directly on top of her. Not that it was a terrible thought, but
the sand was cold and wet.
    As her hands made contact, Sean flinched
before he caught himself, then stilled.
    “Easy now, big fella,” Krista said with a snicker. She put her
palms on him again and felt his deep rumble of a
chuckle.
    Ah, heaven. His body was pure paradise. Hard, cut,
oh-so-masculine—she couldn’t stop herself from pausing there for a
minute, her hands resting on his warm, broad, glorious lateral
muscles.
    Pulling herself out of her lust daze, she
cleared her throat and got her business face on. This sucker would
bend if she had to bend him herself!
    “Okay, now, go with it,” she said as she
pushed with her right hand and pulled with her left. She was trying
to show him how to move to get the pose.
    “Not working,” he said stiffly. “You are
going to push me over.”
    Krista could feel his muscles flexing under
her palms. His back arched and bowed, trying to stay poised. The
muscles rippled.
    “Work with me, dumb-dumb, not against
me!”
    Desperately trying for self-control, she
kept her left hand on his back and reached around his torso with
her right to push on his chest gradually. The play of muscle on his
front was equally as marvelous as his back. He was hard everywhere,
no ounce of fat on his body what-so-ever.
    Krista gulped against the sudden hot
flash.
    “Are you helping or trying to make it
worse?” Sean asked, cutting through Krista’s mental picture of his
bare chest.
    “Cripes, Sean, have you ever stretched in
your life?”
    “I have muscle, darling. Yoga dudes
don’t.”
    “ Yoga dudes
certainly do,” Krista replied, removing her hands regretfully and circling
him, looking for the malfunction. “They are just more flexible with it. Get
back in pose. I’m going to try and help you from the front. Maybe
you’ll bend better if you can see what I’m trying to
do.”
    Sean gave an irritated sigh and tried to
contort his body again, this time getting a little closer to what
they were going for.
    “Breathe, Sean, that’s part of it.”
    The breath he took wasn’t exactly what
Krista was thinking. She had a feeling there might’ve been a swear
word mixed up in there somewhere.
    Krista stood in front of him, the sun nearly
gone now. Orange light splashed across his face and hair,
illuminating his eyes and highlighting the peaks and valleys of his
face. He looked like the statue of David in repose. Here, on the
beach, he gave off more radiance then she had ever seen. He was at
home here where elsewhere he was just on loan.
    “Right,” she inspected him. Then she met his
eyes. The sinking sun lent a glow that made them look otherworldly.
He was focusing on her with a wary expression.
    She probably should have been wary, too, but
she couldn’t think that far ahead.
    “Let’s…see.” She stepped up to him slowly,
dropping her eyes to see which parts of his torso she would guide.
As she neared the hairs stood up on her arms.
    “Okay,” she breathed softly. “I am going to
put one hand on your torso, right here...” She moved her right hand
to the area just above his pec. This time he didn’t flinch. She
looked up to meet his eyes. They were looking down intently, a
softness in them she hadn’t seen before overlaying a familiar
hunger.
    “I am going to put my other hand on the back
of you, right...” She reached around him slowly, not breaking eye
contact, having to step closer to get her arm around his big body.
Their chests were almost