Finding Destiny (6 page)

His words
whispered over her body, and she fought the urge to thank him
again. Then she felt him curling around her, and his lips
unexpectedly brushed across hers. When he went to pull away from
her mouth, Destiny reached her hand behind his neck to hold him
there. His eyes burst open, and attached onto hers, with a
fierceness that matched her own. She was sure that look had
scorched into her memory for all eternity.

After a soft
peck, that did nothing to satisfy her craving for more, he paused
again; waiting to see if she realized what she was doing. She
waited for his eyes to reach hers again, while his other body parts
pressed into hers. And when they did, she was sure the look in her
eyes told him exactly what he needed to know.

His responding
growl encouraged her to give in to her urges. Growing more daring,
Destiny explored his inked flesh, tracing the lines over his
shoulders and down his back. When Skylar closed his eyes, revelling
in her soft touch, she couldn’t believe the feelings attacking her
conscience. She wasn’t supposed to trust him.

She hadn’t
planned on getting involved with anyone; especially when she should
have been concentrating on finding a new job and focusing on her
career. But Skylar was different. He made her want something else.
Something more.

He leaned over
her thinly clothed body and pressed against her, his hot skin
searing through her clothes like a brander. Her eyelids fluttered
shut, as his rough hands smoothed over her body and one skimmed
under her shirt. She accepted another soft press of his lips, as
his fingers brushed over an aroused nipple. His other hand weaved
into her hair, grasping onto her head like she was his to
devour.

Right when she
thought she couldn’t handle one more dry hump, Skylar dropped a
long, gentle kiss on her forehead and eased her down onto the bed.
She thought he was going to undress her. She wanted him to explore
every needy inch of her body. But instead, he leaned over and
reached for the lamp to turn the light off. When he returned under
the covers, he filled the only empty space behind her and whispered
in her ear.

“It’s early.
We should probably try to catch a wink of sleep before Matty and
Felicia get back.”

That’s not
what she wanted to hear, but her more reasonable self ordered her
to agree. Destiny tucked her hands under her cheek and closed her
eyes, instantly remembering the hot press of his heavy body on
hers. As she tried to fall back asleep in Skylar’s arms, her libido
screamed at her as loud as his teetering erection.

She wondered
how he maintained such a level-headed appearance on the surface,
when she knew he had to be suffering as bad as she was. It was
unbelievable, the man’s self-control. He was too good to be
true.

Destiny blew
out a long practiced breath, to regain her own calm, and welcomed
the sweet dreams that began to usher in surprisingly fast, as she
pretended just for a moment that tonight was real and people really
could have their cake and eat it too.

Skylar couldn’t believe it
was true, waking with a beautiful woman in his bed. She lied there,
with her cheek pressed to his naked chest, and her hand resting
gently beside it. He smoothed his fingers over her long, blonde
hair. It was so silky and soft; almost as smooth as her porcelain
skin.

As his hand
skimmed down to the curve of her hips, Destiny groaned and it awoke
his other half. When she realized what she had done, her beautiful
eyes popped open. Then she smiled softly and it melted the harsh
edge of his urges.

“It sounds
like Matty and Felicia finally made it back,” Skylar growled,
wishing they hadn’t. There were so many things he wanted to do to
her, but he had held good on his decision to treat her like a lady
and kept his hand grasped firmly on her hip.

Destiny
nodded, barely acknowledging him. And suddenly their neighbors’
banging headboard didn’t seem to bother her.

He hadn’t put
the moves on her last night, but that hadn’t stopped him from
imagining what that pretty little face would have looked like while
their bed was the one banging off the walls. He wondered what it
would have been like to rip that shirt off of her and suck on those
amazing tits. He would have loved to sink his fingers into her and
hear her shouting out for more.
Yes, Skylar. More!

He would enjoy
every moment of her high pitched squeals and excessive moaning when
the time was right. He wanted that time to be right now in a bad
way. Felicia’s express appreciation of Matty’s skill was not
helping. The walls were paper thin and his shorts were suddenly
tight in the crotch.

Skylar peeled
himself out from under Destiny and broke away from her clutches,
even though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to wait for her to
learn how very turned on he was. He clutched onto a pillow, to
cover the lower half of his body as he stood to his feet, and
stared again at the beauty lying in his bed.

“I’m glad you
stayed.” She had no idea how hard it was for him to admit that out
loud.

“Me too.”

This was the
first woman he had ever met who could get him talking and the only
one who wasn’t annoying his ear off. Why wouldn’t she say anything?
She wasn’t exactly ushering him out of the room, but she wasn’t
dragging him back in bed with her either. He really needed her to
spread those long silky legs and ask for it.

Since it
didn’t look that was going to happen, Skylar tossed the pillow on
top of the bed and retrieved his pants from the floor. He slid his
bag out from under the bed and pulled out a clean shirt. “I guess
I’m going to make some coffee. Want some?”

“That would be
great.”

His clothes
were cold and crisp, when he pulled them over his heated core. He
hated to leave that warm bed, with his smiling princess sprawled
upon it, but he had to get away before it turned awkward between
them. He took one last glimpse at Destiny and smiled, as he did up
the bottom buttons on his shirt.

“I’m going
now.” He gave up on the rest of the buttons and pulled open the
door.

“Um.
Skylar?”

“Yeah?” he
asked, spinning around to face her. He wished that she would beg
him to come back to her, the way her eyes told him she wanted
to.

“Do you have,
like, a sweater or something. It’s really cold.”

He could just
imagine how hard her nipples were right then. He stepped back
toward his bag, knelt down next to the bed, and came out with a
sweatshirt. When he reached it out to her, she snatched it from his
hand and clutched it to her bra-less chest. He couldn’t help
himself, he had to look, and he wanted to touch.

This woman was
fucking with his mind. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing.
Before he could stop himself, his hand was brushing her cheek and
propping up her chin. “You’re going to join me, right?”

“Mmm hmm,” she
answered, sounding breathless.

He left her
side and headed for the door, managing to stop the onslaught of sex
he wanted to lay on her. Then he turned back, in time to catch her
smile. When she bit on her soft, smiling lip, he swore his cock
grew three sizes, if that were even possible. He hurried out of the
room and shut the door between them, quickly adjusting his over
packed pants.

“That’s what
I’m talking about, brother!” Matty chimed, a little too loud for
Skylar’s liking. He lifted his hand up for a high five, but Skylar
wasn’t going to give him the pleasure.

His eyes
narrowed until they were tiny slits on his face, and Matty knew
exactly what the problem was.

“That bad,
huh? And here I thought you actually sealed the deal last
night.”

“Will you shut
up? You don’t have to screw every chick you meet.”

Matty smirked,
and dipped his chin to check out the poker stick defying Skylar’s
admission. “But we’re not talking about every chick, right now.
We’re talking about Destiny.”

“There’s
nothing wrong with taking it slow.”

Matty laughed.
“Okay,” he teased. “But I still say fuck her now, brother. Because
after this weekend, I doubt you’ll be seeing that pretty face ever
again.”

Angered by
that truth, Skylar shoved his brother’s shoulder with a big hand
and knocked him backward as he passed. Straight to the kitchen he
went, and set out to prepare the best damn coffee that girl had
ever drank.

“Morning,”
Destiny said to Matty, as she joined them in the kitchen. Her voice
was sweet like a spring rain shower and as pleasant as sunshine on
a dull winter day.

Skylar lifted
his chin to have a look. He couldn’t believe how utterly feminine
she could turn a faded old sweatshirt. It draped off her narrow
frame, the neck of his sweater sagging gently over one of her naked
shoulders. To know that she wasn’t wearing a bra did not help his
situation at all.

“Morning,
sweetheart. My brother treating you right?” Matty asked her,
pulling out a rickety old chair from the round dining table for
her.

“Of course he
is. A total gentleman.”

Skylar winced
at that and hoped that she hadn’t noticed his brute facial
expression. If she had known how he really felt about her, she’d be
the one wincing.

Matty walked
up next to his big bro and slapped Skylar on the back. “I’m sorry,
buddy. But that is some sad shit.”

Destiny looked
confused, then Skylar saw it in her eyes when she realized what she
had done. She got up from the chair and joined them at the kitchen
counter. “I didn’t know you were such a bully,” Destiny said,
digging her hole a little deeper.

Matty laughed
when she scowled at him. “No. No bullying here. I was just poking a
little fun, doll. I didn’t actually expect that Sky would sleep
with you. He’s not that easy.”

Skylar swiped
both of his hands through his hair, growing more agitated by the
second. “Will you drop it, Matty? We’ve known each other for all of
twelve hours.”

“I don’t know
about you, Sky. But I think this little lady deserves a good
spanking. If you can’t handle her, maybe I’ll have to show her a
good time tonight.”

Matty waggled
his eyebrows at Destiny, and that was it. Skylar couldn’t sit back
and take it like a man for another minute. Matty had gone too
far.

“You’ll quit
flirting with my guest, or my foot will be so far up your ass
you’ll be legless.” Skylar took one threatening step toward Matty
and, though it caught his attention momentarily, he continued with
his joking.

“Hey now. I’m
only playing. You know I’d never move in on your game. I just
wanted to know that you were all about it.”

Skylar tried
to avoid Destiny’s worried stare. She seemed more scared of his
reaction than the jerk that was on the receiving end of all his
angst. “I’m all about it, okay?”

Matty’s smile
slanted, showing just how sly he could be. “I knew that. I just
wanted to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”
Felicia chimed, as she returned from the washroom.

Matty turned
his attention to Felicia. “Just that my brother wants to screw your
friend, but he didn’t have the balls to make a move last night.
Don’t you think Destiny deserves a good lay?”

Skylar rounded
the table in two seconds flat and was staring down at his brother,
ready to rearrange his face. “Say it again.”

“Say
what?”

“Say it again,
and it’ll be your last words.”

Matty finally
started to look worried when he noticed the storm in Skylar’s eyes.
Skylar didn’t even care anymore. Destiny knew now how he felt about
her and it was up to her whether she wanted anything to happen
between them. It was like she wasn’t even in the room anymore, as a
dark cloud closed in around him and drove his anger home.

Skylar felt
the need to make it clear to his brother, and so he did, his voice
effectively delivering the threat. “Destiny is off limits. You hear
me?”

Destiny felt
mesmerized by Skylar’s sincerity. He did care, in a sexy, scary way
that managed to intrigue her mind and tear at her heart. She wished
he would claim her body, the way he marked the stakes with Matty.
If he wanted to be territorial, then he should at least take a
closer look at what he needed to conquer.

She continued
to daydream, unconcerned with the severity of Skylar’s threats. She
hated to admit that she liked it. She liked both Skylar and his
caveman ways. The way he clenched his back teeth, while he tried to
discipline Matty. The way he announced his feelings for her in the
most basic way.
Me want Destiny.

She slowly
rejoined reality, her irrational thoughts blending with the
present. After a blink, her eyes trained in on Skylar, and he was
looking unlike anything she had ever seen before. He was looking
mad and malicious.
Why was that so incredibly sexy?