Chapter 29

The moment Leah touched him, it took every last ounce of self-restraint Dean could summon to remain motionless. Her warm fingers at the base of his neck were enough of a test, but when she pressed that sexy little body of hers against him it nearly knocked him to his knees. She'd agreed to the kiss but she was still angry, planning to deny him - hell, both of them - any sort of sexual gratification so he was trying to hold back, knowing she'd cave in. He let her lead him into the kiss, let her maintain control for as long as possible.

And then he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her in tightly as he kicked the door closed and backed her up against the wall. His need for her was insane, so much so he probably should have been daunted by its intensity, but instead he simply shut that thought out and focused on another one. Her clothes... she had too much on. Why the hell was she wearing so much?

Dragging his mouth from hers, Dean forced himself to put some space between them, needing room to maneuver because one way or another those clothes were coming off. When he stepped away, Leah immediately protested, snagging the front of his shirt in a death grip.

"Dean, please!" she pleaded.

The edge of his lip curled up ever so slightly, an automatic reaction as his brain registered her submission to his sexual prowess. "I'm just trying to get you naked, baby. I'm not going anywhere, believe me." he reassured her.

To prove his point, he pressed his hips into hers, letting her feel his raging need for her. The contact and her soft moan of pleasure that followed ignited a charge that went off deep in his gut and blasted through his body. And suddenly he wasn't quite so smug, unsure of just who was leading who. Self-restraint became a distant memory as his hands started moving; tugging and pulling and tearing at her clothes until there was nothing left to discard.

And then Dean's hands were moving again, this time over her voluptuous body. They slid over her shoulders and dipped lower, his thumbs sweeping lightly against the sides of her breasts as they trailed a heated path down to her narrow waist. His fingers splayed across her belly and he felt the quiet tremor of her response. Lower, skimming the tops and insides of her thighs, brushing against the damp curls in between. Her breath hitched at the intimate ephemeral contact and his own breath grew heavy at the thought of sinking into that wet heat.

His mouth began exploring as well. Traveling over her lips and the long slender column of her throat. The soft tip of his tongue passed smoothly over her satiny skin, lapping at the mixture of sweet and tangy that was the very essence of Leah. Encouraged by her rasping moans of delight, he grazed his teeth over her, nipping gently, then a bit harder as he continued downward.

While his hand swept up to possessively palm one full breast, Dean's lips found the other. He kissed and nibbled on the sensitive skin with profuse pleasure before taking the tightly drawn tip inside. He sucked softly at first, his tongue flicking and swirling over her nipple, then he pulled deeply. Leah's back bowed and she gasped sharply, the sensual riposte causing every pore in Dean's body to scream for deliverance. The pressure was growing, his engorged cock straining at its confines, but he wanted to make her come with his mouth before finding his own relief.

She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in. "Take off your clothes." she ordered breathlessly.

Ignoring Leah's demand, Dean dropped to his knees before her. He was certainly going to get rid of his clothes, and soon, but he had something else in mind at the moment. Besides, being dressed while she stood before him in all her naked glory was heightening his arousal. Grinning up, he said, "First things first." and eased her legs open wider.

Leah held his gaze for a moment, then graced him with her own wickedly tempting smile as she brought her hands to her face and stroked the back of them along her cheeks. They swept lower in a sensual dance, moving along the column of her throat, and continuing on until reaching her breasts. Dean's gut clenched as he watched her cup the generous mounds, her head tipping back to rest against the wall as her fingers worked the puckered tips in obvious pleasure.

Jesus! Was she trying to kill him? He watched her touch herself until his cock, which was pounding and throbbing almost painfully, begged for mercy. Tearing his eyes away from the erotic display, Dean swallowed hard and tried to regain control of his body. He rested his cheek against the hot taut skin of Leah's stomach and tried to think of something tedious to slow him down. Mechanics - a tune up for the Impala. That was simple yet mundane. But his brain wasn't functioning at full capacity and even the steps to such a routine task escaped him.

Dean felt her fingers slip into his hair and begin a gentle massage, felt her hips start to undulate sensuously beneath him and he groaned. Unable to separate his mind from what she was doing, he admitted defeat, hoping his body wouldn't betray him. With a shaky breath, he lifted his head and brought one hand around to cradle the smooth, tight skin of her ass while the other began to tease the slick folds of her womanhood. His fingers swept over her, claiming the swollen nub, caressing it. He felt her body shudder and wasted no time in letting his mouth take over. His tongue lapped at her with long, firm strokes and delicious little flicks as his fingers slid inside her and began a slow in and out rhythm.

It wasn't long before Leah was rocking her hips in time with him. His fingers were slick with her desire and he could hear her breath coming in short gasps. Dean pumped faster, expertly coaxing her body to a new level of pleasure with each thrust of his fingers. When his teeth scraped lightly over her clit, he heard her cry out and felt her inner muscles spasm as she climaxed.

That was his breaking point. He stood up, his chest pitching with each strident breath that he drew. He had to feel her, wet and tight around his cock. He had to push into her, letting her take him to that ethereal place where there was nothing but her and the total freedom one experienced when letting go.

His shaking fingers managed to work the button and zipper of his jeans. He shoved at them and his briefs until they fell away, pooling at his booted feet. Screw it, he'd finish removing them and the rest of his clothes afterwards. Right now, he had to get inside her.

"I need you, Leah." he said as he wrapped her left leg around his waist.

Beneath heavy lids, Leah watched him. "I'm all yours, baby."

Reaching between them, Dean took his aching cock in his hand and slid it along her core. Wet heat poured from her as he rubbed back and forth. Leah's hand nudged his aside, taking his slick length into her palm and stroking him. His body trembled at the intimate touch.

"Now. I want you now, Dean." her sultry voice purred.

As soon as Leah guided the sleek tip of his erection to her opening, Dean sank deep inside of her with one swift, hard thrust. He felt her body melting against him, and as he settled into her damp heat an intense jolt shot straight through him.

"Oh God!" he grunted. He instantly stilled, resting his forehead in the curve of her neck.

Leah's muscles tightened around his cock and she began to shift her hips from side to side. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she crooned.

Dean lifted his head to find her watching him, her dark eyes clouded with desire. "Too damn good." he murmured in a husky tone. "You're so tight. So wet and hot."

She captured his mouth with hers, teasing, tempting as she ran her velvety tongue over his lips, her gaze never wavering. Then she nipped at his lower lip before telling him what she wanted. "Deeper, baby."

With one hand bracing the wall, he ran the other along her leg that hugged his waist, skimming over a smooth thigh and down to cup and lift her ass. Dean knew exactly what she needed, how she liked it. He eased his cock out inch by slow inch then drove into her. The new angle he'd created let him go deeper, filling her completely, hitting her core and setting off an explosion of pleasure that had her moaning and writhing in his arms. "Oh, yeah. Oh, Dean, that's it."

Dean began a seductive rhythm that she readily matched. Thrusting, pumping. Their bodies moving together, melding together. Their mouths locked, each stroke of their tongues as demanding as the motion of their bodies. Release so achingly close.

He felt her hands plunge into his hair as she met each pump of his hips. He lost himself in each deep, long stroke. And when he thought he couldn't hold out another second, he felt Leah lose control. Her hips lunged upward, the heel of her foot pressing into his back holding him tightly, her muscles grabbing at his hard length as her orgasm shattered around him. Dean thrust into her once more. His body shuddered and he couldn't contain the deep growl of release as his climax ripped through him in a turbulent surge of pleasure.

Several minutes passed before Dean could lift his head from her shoulder. His breathing was ragged and his body felt heavy, drained, but in the best possible way. He looked at Leah and felt a tightening in his chest.

Her head was resting against the wall, eyes closed. Her full, kiss-swollen lips were slightly parted as she drew in quick, shallow breaths. Her skin was shiny and moist with the light sweat of their lovemaking. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful.

He could feel the steady drumming of her heart as it beat in time with his and it soothed his very soul. This was the one place where he felt safe - wrapped in her arms, their warm, sated bodies joined together. It was as if nothing could reach him there. No creature or demon. No doubts, fears or failures. She took him beyond all of that, giving him a taste of the serenity that had always been just out of reach.

As if she could sense him watching her, Leah's eyes fluttered open and her lips curved into the most entrancing smile. Dean's breath caught in his throat and his heart stumbled, throwing off their unified rhythm.

How the hell had this happened? he wondered. How had he fallen so hard? He'd been so damned careful over the years. All those women, enjoying the pleasure and relief their bodies could offer but never taking or giving anything more. He'd been able to keep every one of them out of his head and heart. But not Leah. Leah was different. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he'd let his guard down and she'd slipped past, settling soundly into his thoughts and dreams. And even though he'd given it one hell of a try by walking away and staying away for an entire year, nothing had changed. And if time and distance had no effect on his feelings for her, what, if anything, could?

Her life was entwined with his. She'd become his haven, a light in the midst of the darkness that was his world.

"Wow." she sighed as her leg slid down over his hip, then the back of his thigh to land numbly on the floor. "Do you know what you do to me, Dean?"

Funny, but he'd just been thinking about what she did to him. "I know what I'd like to do to you!" He said, preferring to keep the mood playful.

Her hands pushed lightly on his shoulders as he leaned in for a kiss. "Are you okay? You look..."

"I look what?" The way she was searching his face, studying him - did she know how he felt? Was that possible? "Sexually satisfied? Wait, I know. Sinfully sexy." he teased, but her gaze remained steady and inquisitive despite his joking manner. "I'm fine, Leah. Really."

Leah nodded, but he knew she wasn't convinced. She didn't push, however. Her fingers toyed with one of the tiny green buttons on his shirt. "I'm still the only one who's naked here and that's a shame." She tipped her head toward the shower. "Cause I was hoping we could get in there. Turn the water on nice and hot and soap each other up."

"No problem. You could undress me. Get that second aspirin you wanted."

Leah released an exaggerated sigh. "I don't know, Winchester. I'm not sure it's worth it."

Dean gave her a long, searing kiss. "I'm worth it."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure there's enough room in here for all three of us?"

"Three?" he asked.

"Yeah. You, me and your ego!"

Dean laughed and nuzzled her neck. "Tell me you're not satisfied."

"I'm not satisfied." she whispered.

His piercing green eyes fixed on the soft brown of hers. "Liar."

The corner of her mouth lifted. "Takes one to know one."

Such a smart ass, he thought. But she makes me laugh. Makes me feel good. She knows me. She understands and accepts me for who I am. She really gets me.

And it was at that very moment that Dean got it. He knew why he'd fallen so hard.

TBC