Chapter Fifteen

It was after two a.m. and despite her fatigued state, Leah was lying in bed wide awake. No matter how hard she tried to push out thoughts of Dean, they continued to haunt her. She thought about the time they'd spent together as a couple and she had to admit what Amy had said earlier was right. Even with all the crazy things he'd done, it was the happiest she'd ever been.

She also kept thinking about the past few days. She'd experienced just about every emotion imaginable since Dean showed up in the woods. One minute she wanted to kill the man and the next she was having sex with him. The worst part, though, was she had no idea what he was feeling. He wanted her, but was it just sex or something stronger? Was it possible he still loved her or was it just the damned physical attraction they'd always had for each other?

Again, her sister was right. She needed to talk to him. Dean had actually tried in the motel room, but she hadn't been ready to hear him out at the time. She'd been too upset with herself for falling into bed with him so easily.

Leah rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. The scene in the car ran through her mind and an all to familiar heat warmed her body. Love, lust, passion. It was all there whenever Dean was around. Jesus, she wanted him again! The relentless throbbing between her legs was proof of that.

Emotionally and sexually frustrated, Leah sat up in bed. A glass of wine might relax her, help her fall asleep. The problem was, Dean was out there and the temptation to go to him was strong. She weighed the pros and cons and the wine won out. She would just go straight into the kitchen, have a little and slip back into the room. No problem.

Leaving the warmth of the bed, Leah shivered as the cool air hit her naked body. There was a time when she'd never even have considered sleeping in the nude, but after sharing a bed with Dean it had become habit.

Dragging on her silk robe, Leah stepped quietly into the hallway. As she neared the kitchen, she caught the soft glow of the television coming from the living room. Either Dean was still up or he'd fallen asleep with the tv on. Leah paused at the entrance to the kitchen, fighting the urge to continue into the other room and find out. After a long moment of indecision, she ducked into the kitchen, filled a glass with white wine and sat down at the table to try and calm her frazzled, overheated body.

Half a glass later, her plan had backfired. Instead of feeling relaxed, her body was aching and craving satisfaction. Pushing the glass aside, she stepped into the living room. Dean was stretched out on the couch, sound asleep. He was lying on his back with one arm flung above his head, the other resting across his stomach. With nothing on but his jeans, his sexy tone body was on display and she stood there, drinking it in.

Without realizing she'd even moved, Leah found herself standing over him. She fell to her knees and simply watched for awhile. That angelic face, relaxed in slumber, was the most beautiful sight Leah had ever laid eyes on. The man did wondrous things to not only her body, but her heart as well. She'd only intended to look, nothing more. Yet somehow her hand was reaching out, her fingertips prepared to trace the curve of his cheek and those full luscious lips.

Dean stirred as if he somehow sensed she was there, green eyes huge as he fought to come fully awake. "Leah?" he croaked, then cleared his throat. "What's wrong?"

"I need you, Dean." The words were barely audible as she waited, transfixed by his intense green gaze.

"What?"

"I need you." she repeated. Why fight it? She had to quell the raging desire within her and only Dean could do that.

"You need me to what?" Still half asleep, he tried to understand what she was requesting of him. He started to sit up, but Leah laid her hand on his chest. The contact was as electrifying as a bolt of lightning striking her.

She leaned in close, her lips hovering just above his. "I need you to touch me, Dean. I need you inside of me."

He blinked a few times, her words proof in his tired mind that he wasn't actually awake. "Shit! I'm dreaming!" he growled.

"No dream." She kissed him, her tongue running over his bottom lip before slipping inside.

Dean could taste the sweet wine on her and he wanted more. More of her sweetness, more of her body, more of her love. He pulled her down on top of him, his body instantly responding to hers as she covered him. His mouth twisted over hers to deepen their kiss, tongues thrusting hungrily at each other.

As his hands raked over her back, Dean felt her body begin to move, rubbing along his. The robe shifted to expose her full breasts. They pressed against his chest, her nipples tight little beads. He let out a low groan. Eager to touch more skin, his hands tugged at her robe, pulling it up in handfuls until her backside was bare and his hands stroked smooth warm flesh.

"Mmmmm, you're naked!"

Leah laughed softly. "Is that a problem?"

Dean nuzzled her throat as he lightly squeezed her ass. "Only problem is I'm not."

"I can help with that."

She slid slowly down his body, biting and licking along his chest and belly as she went. Her hands worked at his jeans, and he lifted his hips so she could ease them and his briefs off. Lying beneath her, naked and hard, Dean was a magnificent sight. She knelt between his legs, taking a minute to admire his perfect body. He was a vision, godlike in stature, and he left her breathless and desperately aroused.

Leah untied the thin belt and let her robe fall open. Dean's hungry eyes followed her movements, his chest heaving as he watched her shake the diaphanous material off her shoulders until it fell from her slender body. Leah leaned over him, hands resting on the couch on either side of his waist, her eyes never leaving his as she lowered her head.

Dean shuddered as the tip of her soft wet tongue stroked up the length of his stiff cock. She wrapped one hand around his base, brushing the vein pulsing beneath her fingertips. She circled him with her tongue, lapping at his swollen head until drawing out several salty droplets.

"Oh Christ!" he moaned. His hands reached for her, getting lost in the mass of dark hair that hung about her shoulders. He held on tightly, knowing exactly where she was going to take him and he was ready for the ride.

Her mouth covered his hot flesh, drawing him into its own heat with a deep hard pull. As her lips sank down over his length, she twisted her hand at his base. Dean shook and groaned, rising up to meet her. His cock was thick and throbbing as Leah suckled him. She eased up and down his shaft, gradually quickening the pace. Dean moved with her, thrusting himself into her mouth.

"Leah!" He tugged at her hair, a gentle warning that he was close to losing control. "I can't...stop."

Her mouth continued to stroke and suckle him, ultimately dragging him over the edge. Dean's eyes closed and he called her name in a long groan as the waves of his orgasm shook him until he could barely breathe.

Leah waited until she felt the last pulses of his pleasure subside before releasing him. His breathing was still ragged as she crawled forward to press a soft kiss upon his lips. "Did you enjoy that? I really couldn't tell." she teased.

Dean's eyes slowly opened and he laughed, the low rumble threatening to overheat her already highly charged body. His words as he reached out to grab her waist nearly did her in.

"It's your turn, baby. Climb up here and I'll make sure you enjoy it as much as I did."

Leah let him guide her forward until she was straddling his face. Green eyes glistened up at her in the dim lighting as Dean's mouth closed over her womanhood. The combination of his soft lips and hot breath on her clit had her body shivering with pleasure in mere seconds. His large hands reached up and covered her tingling breasts and Leah moaned.

"God, Dean! You make me feel so good."

His mouth slid to the inside of her thigh, where he pressed several light kisses. "That's all I want to do, Leah. Make you feel good." Dean rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as his mouth again sought out the dampness between her legs. His tongue circled her clit, relentlessly flicking the swollen nub until he heard several more soft moans escape her.

One hand ran lightly over her belly before slipping into her dark, wet curls. His fingers plunged inside of her, going deep while he continued to caress her with his tongue. Leah's entire body vibrated beneath his touch. She was smoldering from the fire he'd started within her.

Each thrust of Dean's fingers pushed her toward that ideal place, that utopia she yearned for. Leah felt his lips close over her clit, gently sucking her, and she surrendered to the fierce sensations coursing through her, riding each wave to the very end.

Dean felt her tighten around his fingers, felt her body shake as she let go for him, and his cock grew hard again. He was excited by her response to him, the way she abandoned herself to the pleasure he gave her. He wasn't ready to let this end.

Before her body had time to relax, he scooted her back so he could sit up. Leah dropped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Neither spoke as they sat facing each other. Then Dean ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to each eyelid, over her cheeks and against her lips.

Swallowing hard, Leah tried to push down the tumultuous emotions bubbling near the surface. As they sat together this way, touching with such tenderness, she longed to tell Dean she loved him and hear him say once again that he felt the same. But even though her heart was confused, her mind was perfectly aware that for the two of them, those poignant words could no longer be shared.

She'd settle for telling him how wonderful the sex had been. "Dean, that was..." she started to say, but he interrupted.

"Was?" He shook his head. "We're not done."

"We're not?"

He laid one of her hands over his thickening shaft. "Not even close."

She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, wondering if she should just end it, but then she felt his fingertips trace light patterns over her back and she wanted more. Fusing her mouth to his, Leah drew him into a long deep kiss. A kiss that for the moment was her universe.

She slid forward and felt the brush of his cock as he rubbed it along the slick folds between her legs, getting himself wet as he sought her opening. Leah sank down on him, a soft moan mingling with his muffled groan as he filled her. Their bodies joined as one in the most exquisite of ways. Her head fell back as Dean's lips skimmed along her throat until they reached their destination, coral tips already taut and eager for attention. A sharp twinge shot through her as he surrounded first one, then the other with the wet heat of his mouth. Dean took his time, rubbing them with his tongue, biting them gingerly with his teeth, laving them with gentle caresses that left Leah breathless.

Her body, again throbbing and burning with need, began to move. With the way they were sitting, each stroke found her sensitive bud rubbing against his shaft, deepening her arousal. The feel of his cock, hard and thick inside of her, of his mouth sucking and nibbling on her breast, pushed Leah closer to orgasm. She pumped feverishly now, each thrust longer, harder, hotter. Then, without warning, absolute utter ecstasy.

Dean felt her shuddering and clutching at him, tightening around his cock. As she began to cry out, his mouth swooped over hers to capture those cries of pleasure. Her powerful release and the slick motion of their bodies dragged him over the edge. He gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, spilling his own release into her.

Dean couldn't move. His entire body felt weak, drained from such an intense orgasm and he imagined it was the same for Leah. She was lying limply against him, her breathing shallow.

"Bed." she whispered against his neck. "Need a bed."

Dean smiled. "Me, too. Tell you what. Share yours with me and you won't have to walk to it."

Share her bed with Dean? Have his body beside hers for the rest of the night? It had been a long time since that had happened. Her inner voice said no, but she never seemed to listen to it when it came to Dean Winchester.

"Deal." she said.

Dean edged forward. "Hold on."

Leah mustered up the energy to wrap her arms and legs around him as he stood up. They made the short trip to the bedroom, where Dean laid her down on the four poster and climbed in next to her. He turned on his side and pulled Leah into his embrace, her back to his chest. It felt so damn good to hold her close again. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and closed his eyes, an unusual feeling filling him. Contentment.

TBC