Chapter 10

Dean closed his eyes. He could smell her perfume, the one she always wore and he clenched his teeth. Every muscle in his body tightened as her scent washed over him. His recent dreams came to mind followed by his memories of each time they'd made love. Not only was his body betraying him, but so were his thoughts. He swallowed hard and tried to will himself to cool down.

"Dean?" Her voice was soft, no traces of the anger it had carried the last time he'd seen her.

He knew Leah would want to talk, but right now he was in the middle of a battle with his primal side. After a week of hot dreams, all he wanted to do was get her out of her clothes and into bed and it wasn't very likely she would feel the same way.

Dean couldn't face her at the moment. What he was feeling would be pretty damn obvious by the size of his hard on. Instead he kept his back to her and tried to apologize for Sam's lies. After all, it was lying that got him into this mess with her in the first place.

"Look Leah, I don't know what my idiot brother said to get you to come out here, but I'm sorry he wasted your time. I told him to stay out of it." His tone was brusque, although it wasn't what he'd intended.

Leah wasn't sure what Dean was trying to say. Waste of time? Was that because he didn't want her there? Sure, she was still upset with the lies, but she understood now. God, all she wanted to do was touch him! After a week apart, she'd realized how much she needed him in her life, no matter what had happened.

Still, Dean was acting like he didn't want to work things out. As Leah stood there staring at his back, anger began to set in. Just what did he have to be upset about? She was the one who had been lied to over and over again. Oh, the man was infuriating! She thought she'd come to terms with all of this but now she wasn't sure why she was so willing to forgive him.

"Wasted my time?" she lashed out. "Damn straight I wasted my time! But don't worry, Winchester, I won't bother you any longer. I'm leaving!"

Leah pushed past him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. He'd been lost in his desire for her and had no idea why she was suddenly so upset with him. "Why are you yelling at me? And stop swearing, damn it!"

Her chin went up a notch in defiance. "Why do you think I'm yelling? I came out here in the middle of the night because your brother told me you were hurt and when I get here you're fine! Then he takes off and you won't look at me and you start telling me it's all a waste of time! And I will swear if I want to. You didn't seem to mind it when we were in bed together!" In her need to vent, Leah had rushed through that in one long breath and it left her flustered and panting for air.

Dean could feel her pulse racing beneath his thumbs as he gripped her wrists. None of her words seemed to register as his gaze dropped. Her chest was heaving from her laboured breathing, causing her breasts to rise and fall seductively. He noticed her beauiful face was flushed and he wondered if her entire body was as well. There was only way to find out.

He rushed forward, pushing Leah as he went until her body was pinned between his and the door. His hands slid up the length of her arms to her shoulders, then plunged to her breasts. Dean palmed them, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. He ground his hips into hers, his erection hard against her lower belly.

His head dipped as he lowered his mouth to capture hers, but Leah turned her head to the side to avoid him. Her hands came up to push against his chest and then her head snapped forward again so she could stare into his eyes.

"No Dean!" Leah was both a little frightened and highly aroused by his sudden aggressiveness.

Dean knew her; she was undecided. He leaned in but she pushed harder against him.

"I said no." Leah was struggling with her desire. Part of her was hurt from all this, but another part - the part that governed her senses - was eager for his touch, which already had her hot and wet.

"Yes, Leah. Say it." Dean rubbed against her, grinding his hips erotically. All he was wearing was a dark green t-shirt and a pair of those sexy boxer briefs. She could feel his shaft, thick and hard through the thin fabric. The heat from his body was pouring right through them. Leah breathed in deeply. She could tell he'd showered recently, the smell of his freshly washed hair and skin wrapping around her.

"I want to taste you. Say yes and open up for me." He brought his lips close again and she hesitated. He hovered there, his hot breath sweeping over her mouth. He needed to feel those luscious lips on his. Then he wanted to feel them on the rest of his aching body.

One more push of his hips against hers, a knee thrust in between her legs forcing them open and Leah crumbled. "Yes." she whispered. Dean's mouth pressed down on hers, moving over it roughly. His tongue touched the outside corner, ran over her upper lip, then along the crease before pushing its way in. He stroked the inside, tasting and teasing until Leah moaned and her tongue darted out to join his.

Leah slid her arms up around his neck, her fingernails raking over his skin as her hands found their way into his hair to twist tightly around his short spikes. She took control now. Moving against him she gyrated her hips in a way that threatened to destroy what little was left of Dean's self control.

There was a tug at her waist and the knot that held her wraparound dress closed was yanked loose. He stepped back mere inches to allow her dress to fall open. A chill swept over Leah as the cool air caressed her, even though she was sure her body must be burning up.

Dean groaned at the sight before him. Firm bare breasts, nipples already tight as they strained forward for his touch. Her flat belly, long legs and oh God, those sheer little panties that did nothing to hide her womanhood from him. They were already damp at the center.

Dean's calloused hands raked over her sides and belly before searching out those two perfect orbs. As he rolled her hard little nipples between his fingers he nibbled down the long column of her throat. Leah winced at the roughness of his bites, her hands tugging at his locks. When Dean reached the top of her shoulder he licked and sucked his way back up to her earlobe.

He reached up and pulled one of her hands free from his hair and guided it down between his legs.

"I want you Leah." he whispered hoarsely against her ear. His tongue traced her lobe. "I want to bury myself inside of you. Feel you wrap yourself around me, pulling me in deeper and deeper." This was the time he could tell her how he felt. Not sweet little words of love because those never came easy for him, but words of passion and desire.

His words were intoxicating, rousing in Leah a level of sexual tension she had never imagined existed. It was she who needed him. She rubbed her hand over his erection, squeezed him through his briefs then let go. Her hands grabbed at his t shirt and tugged, wanting it off, wanting to feel and taste his skin. Once it was over his head and discarded, she ran her hands over his hard chest flicking at his nipples. She ran her tongue over one, teasing it into a peak before nipping at it then sucking deeply.

Dean let out a low growl as the feel of her hot mouth sucking on him opened a flood of sensations that shot straight down to his cock. It was swelling and throbbing with the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat. He grabbed a handful of Leah's hair and jerked her head back, loosening her hold on him. His mouth descended upon hers as he tried to satisfy the hunger for her that had been building in him all week.

He let his hand roam over her body working it's way down seeking out the heat between her legs. His mouth found and caught a taut peak as his fingers circled the dampness of her panties, feeling them grow wetter under his touch. He shoved them aside, letting his long fingers slide over her. Leah arched her hips against his hand, expecting his fingers to enter, but he held them still. She could feel their warmth and just the slightest pressure at her opening and it was the sweetest torture. She moaned into his mouth and lurched forward again. This time he answered her pleas. His thumb began to rub her clit. Leah squirmed as delicious tingles flowed over her, but she still needed more. Dean understood and thrust two fingers up into her. She clamped down around them, already so close to coming.

"I can't..." she cried."Dean, please!"

His fingers pulled out and he stepped back to remove his briefs. Leah removed her dress and panties then felt herself pulled up into Dean's arms as he carried her the short distance to the bed. They fell down on top of it, his weight coming down hard on her. They kissed hungrily before Dean entered her in one powerful thrust. Leah shuddered as his pulsing member filled her. She brought her legs up to wrap around him, at the same time squeezing her inner muscles, wanting to hold him to her as tightly as she could. It was enough to drive Dean into a frenzy. His mouth twisted over hers, his tongue's thrusts matching the quick deep strokes of his cock. Leah arched up, her hips meeting his as each thrust carried them closer and closer to their destination.

Dean felt it first, a burst of sensations that spilled over him as he lunged forcefully into her. He groaned into her mouth and the feel and sound of his release brought Leah to hers. She cried out as the exquisite spasms wracked her body. She hugged Dean close as they began to slowly subside and she drifted back down.

TBC