Irresistible Forces (McKingley) (5 page)

Why am I resisting again? That’s right. I want more than just sex.

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Deyon stabbed the needle through the hem of the housedress she was making. The jersey fabric was a variety of blues in a geometric pattern and she’d fallen in love with it. It was soft on her skin and she was just finishing the hem before she added it to her collection of housedresses. She liked making them—short, flirty dresses in various fabric and colours that were comfortable to wear at home. She poked the needle through again.

“What did that fabric ever do to you?” Arissa’s amused voice came across to her.

“She thinks it’s going to run away and scream for help.” Rhianna laughed.

It was then that Deyon realised the music had been turned off. Deyon lifted her head, studying them where they were sprawled on another couch, facing her. Deyon wiggled her toes on the low centre table between them. She’d left work early. After her lunch date with Leonardo, she’d been too hot, bothered and out of sorts to stay. At home, she’d turned her music on high and started working on the housedress. By the time she had it finished and was hemming she was calmer. Rhianna had come by for their usual weekly dinner and when Arissa had knocked they’d asked her to join them. Arissa and Rhianna’d reclined on the couch listening to the music and chatting as Deyon worked.

“Nothing,” she replied, lowering her head to continue sewing.

“Come on, Deyon. Talk to me.” Arissa sat beside her.

“She’s being very evasive about Leo.”

Deyon didn’t think she could very well tell Arissa her older brother wouldn’t lose his control enough to let her have her way with him. She stopped, then thought about it. Hell if she couldn’t.

“As soon as I get your brother alone in a room, I’m going to jump him. Won’t let him out until we both can’t walk.” She pulled the needle through the fabric then met her gaze.

Arissa knew her so well, she didn’t even look surprised at her words. Instead her brow was furrowed. Rhianna just laughed, placing her hands over her belly.

“Wow. I’m surprised you all haven’t yet.” Arissa put her hand on Deyon’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I was wondering the same thing.” Rhianna touched Deyon’s head too.

“Knock it off.” Deyon chuckled, smacking at their hands.

“Well it isn’t like you to let anyone dictate what you want.” Arissa picked up a pillow and hugged it, leaning beside her.

Rhianna nodded in agreement.

Deyon stopped sewing. And that was what was bugging her. Arissa was exactly right. No matter if Leonardo said he wanted to date and wait—normally she would have already found a way to make him lose control. They would have been fucking like bunnies and she’d not be wound so tight.

“What are you waiting for?”

Deyon thought about it then shook her head. “Nothing. Your brother is just being difficult. Stubborn man.” She went back to hemming her dress.

“Says Miss Obstinate. Use your Deyon mind and outmanoeuvre him.” Arissa poked her in the shoulder.

“You’re acting very unlike yourself,” Rhianna said.

Deyon glared and threw a pillow at her. Rhianna caught it and put it behind her back.

“I wonder what your brother would say if he knew you were helping me plot his downfall.” Deyon lifted her gaze to hers.

“He’d think you’re corrupting me again.” Arissa blinked innocently.

“If only he knew. You’re the troublemaker.” Deyon snorted.

“Hey, I learnt from the best.” Arissa pushed against her shoulder.

“I’m glad you moved back home. I missed you. You’ve been so busy we haven’t had time to hang out. We need to make some plans. You, I and Jackie,” Deyon said referring to their other friend Jackson Carlyle.

“Sounds like a plan. How about we just veg out here, cook, laugh and watch movies. That sounds really good right now. Don’t have to get dressed, just chill.”

“That sounds like a plan. We’ll have to check you and Jackie’s schedule and see what time you all have free together.” Deyon pulled through the last stitch for the hem.

She stood and shook out the dress. Holding it to her body, Deyon moved from side to side. “You like?”

“Beautiful,” someone with a deep voice said behind her.

Deyon turned, meeting light brown eyes. Leonardo strode inside the open door.

“You shouldn’t leave the front entrance open.”

“That was me, I was bringing in something from my car but got distracted chilling with Deyon. Let me get to it now.” Arissa stood.

“Sit, where are your keys?”

“In my bag on the table.” Arissa gestured to the table by the door.

Leonardo nodded as he came towards Deyon. He ran his finger over her lips—something she had come to think of as his version of a kiss. He turned then headed back outside, pausing on the way to retrieve the keys. Deyon clenched her hands in the garment she held before lowering it then shifting it to one hand. She stared at his ass in his uniform pants.

“Stop drooling.” Arissa smacked her bare thigh.

“Ow.” She rubbed, still staring.

Rhianna laughed then stood. “I’m heading out.”

“But we haven’t eaten yet,” Deyon protested.

Rhianna kissed her on the cheek then left. Deyon flopped on the couch and glanced through the doorway after her, watching as Leonardo passed back and forth taking the things from Arissa’s car up to her apartment. After a few minutes, there was a thump as the door closed, then Leonardo returned.

“What are you doing here?” Arissa asked what Deyon had been thinking.

“Came by since I was in the area and my shift was done. I went to the Conner place again. He’s got it in his head if he caught Sigmund when he wasn’t crowing he’d be easier to shoot. I think it’s become a game between them.” Leonardo chuckled.

Arissa joined in. Leonardo sat on the couch, beside Deyon. He placed his hand on her upper thigh, starting a maddening caress with his thumb. The siblings chatted, but Deyon didn’t really listen to what was being said. Deyon glanced at him and noted he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. She inhaled, smelling the fresh scent she equated with him.

“I’m heading out too, see you later, Deyon. I’ll check with Jackson and get back to you with a date.” Arissa squeezed her shoulder then rose and left, closing the door behind her.

Deyon moved to stand. Leonardo tightened his grip on her upper thigh. She turned her head to meet his gaze. He was watching her mouth then lifted his eyes—need burned in them. Leonardo moved closer. Deyon licked her lips, anticipating the press of his on hers, but Leonardo stopped before they touched.

“Damn it, Leonardo. Kiss me,” Deyon said.

“I’m planning on it. But just wanted to point out we’re alone and you didn’t plan it.”

Deyon glanced at the door then back at him. “What changed? Why now, after a month, can you kiss me?”

“It was stupid of me to keep us both waiting for what we obviously want.” Leonardo’s breath tickled her lips.

“Stupid man. Don’t make me wait again.” She placed her hand on his chest.

“Don’t plan on it.” Leonardo closed the distance between them.

Deyon moaned as his lips covered hers. He took her mouth as if he owned it. His tongue moved along each part inside, making her shake. Deyon gripped his shirt. Leonardo’s growl reverberated and he held her tight against him, pinning her hand between their bodies. He deepened the kiss, thrusting in and out, mimicking what she hoped he would do to her body. Deyon pressed closer to him, taking all he could give. Leonardo gentled his sensual invasion then pulled away, still holding her close. After rising from the couch, he lifted her in his arms before taking her to the bedroom.

Leo put her down on her feet next to the bed and divested her of her clothing. He reached for his shirt, but Deyon knocked his hands away removing it herself, revealing his chest, running her fingertips over the hard planes of his silken sienna skin. The muscles felt even better than they looked and Leonardo moaned at her touch. She got to work on his pants and once she had it open, she slid her hand in the sides of his pants and underwear pushing them both off. He toed off the loafers he was wearing. After viewing all the delectable skin she’d uncovered, Deyon pressed kisses along his collarbone, licking it then biting gently. His big hands cupped the back of her head loosely not guiding her but holding her.

Deyon moved her hand between them, gripping his erection and rubbing her thumb over the spongy head leaking pre-cum. Leonardo thrust into her hand then pulled back.

“No…I want inside of you.” He moved back, lifting her again then placing her on the mattress.

Finally I’m going to feel him inside me.
Deyon widened her legs, cradling his bulky frame as he blanketed her body.

“Deyon.” He hissed as their skin touched.

“Leonardo.” She whimpered moving against his heated body.

Deyon lifted her head, seeking his lips. Leonardo met them, kissing her in a carnal demand. Wetness gushed from her as she readied for his taking.

Chapter Four

Leo had no control left. He’d been waiting for too long to get Deyon where he had her right now. Below him. Ready and waiting for him. Poised at her moist entrance, he hesitated as the final thread of common sense penetrated the haze of pleasure surrounding him.

Condom
, it said.

Shit. He was always so careful to ensure there were no accidents. But the incredible woman beneath him took away everything but his need to be buried to the hilt within her.

“Wait,” he croaked.

Deyon narrowed her eyes at him. “Now?” she growled. “Why?”

He climbed off her luscious figure and grabbed desperately at his pants. “Protection.” He sighed in a relief when he located one in his wallet. Turning back to the bed, he found her propped up on her elbows, her eyes transfixed upon his groin.

He tore open the packet then fisted himself as he stared at her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath she took. Tearing his gaze from them, he scanned her. Every inch of her was made to be loved. And he planned to do it. He didn’t take long in sheathing himself and he was back over her, pressing her into the mattress.

“Deyon,” he whispered.

“Leonardo.”

He bit his lower lip when she gripped his shaft and placed the head at her entrance. With a deep breath, he flexed his hips and drove home with a single stroke.

“Ahh!” Her moan was music to his ears.

He had no way of speaking. She held him so tight, he was ready to come already. He withdrew until just his head remained then slid back in.

Another groan from Deyon. Oh yeah, he liked this. A lot. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her lips and began to move. In and out.

Deyon met him thrust for thrust. She drew him closer as they kissed. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she nipped at his tongue. He trailed one hand down her side to her leg. When he reached her knee, he lifted it, slid his arm under, and raised it higher.

“Oh yeah.” Her response was pure guttural pleasure.

He couldn’t have said it any better. The deeper penetration had his balls drawing up, warning him of his rapidly nearing release. He clenched his jaw and moved faster, determined to go as long as he could.

“Leo…I… Shit…more!”

Deyon babbled beneath him—her eyes had drifted closed, her skin was flushed and sweat dotted her. Her internal muscles rippled as she flexed them around his cock. Dear Lord, if he was to die now it would be with a smile on his face. Nothing had ever felt so right.

He thrust, she undulated. He withdrew, she drew him back in as they worked in a harmonic blend. She was getting close, he could tell for Deyon’s moans had become higher and had changed into little mewling pants. She’d captured her plump lower lip in her teeth and her pussy held him even tighter.

Repositioning his face by her head, he put them nose to nose and worked his hips faster, feeling his own release hounding him. Harder and deeper he stroked, revelling in each sound she made, the sound of their bodies joining.

“Come for me, Deyon,” he murmured. “Open those beautiful eyes so I can watch you.”

The reaction was instantaneous. Her amazing brown eyes opened and she tightened around him, back bowing, and a scream rent from her throat. Her nails digging into his skin tore deep, and he grunted as the sting, combined with the feel of her slit milking him, threw him over the edge. He powered fast twice more before he came with such force it astounded him.

Releasing her leg, he slid both arms under her shoulders and cupped her head before capturing her mouth with his. Shaking and a bit lightheaded, he moved with small strokes as his mimicked the action in her mouth with his tongue.

Bit by bit, his heart slowed down to its normal cadence. He remained inside her the entire time, unwilling to leave the haven he’d found. She moved her hands up and down his back, rubbing and scoring him with her nails.

“Again,” she said against his lips.

“Yes.”

He couldn’t agree more. It had been far too fast. He needed to take his time and indulge. It had just been too strong of an urge the first time—the need to rush and feel her around him—but it had taken the edge off.

She rolled them so she was on top then took off the used protection. Deyon placed on a new one before smiling wickedly then straddling him and taking him back in. His cock went fully erect within her at the image of her body seated upon his, her full breasts right there for him to cup, suckle and play with while she rode him.

Oh yeah, again was just right. Although, more would have worked just fine for him as well. The first time she rotated her hips nothing else mattered but the two of them. All his attention and focus went right back to the woman in bed with him.

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When he woke it was dark out. The soft body pressed to his brought a smile to his face. For a moment there, he’d been afraid it was nothing but another dream in which he’d finally got to sleep with Deyon only to wake and learn it wasn’t true. Now he knew. Her head rested on his shoulder and she had one arm draped over his midsection.

Her body moved with each deep breath she took. He skimmed his hand up and down her upper arm and brushed a kiss over her head. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be taken back into the world of slumber.