Irresistible Forces (McKingley) (3 page)

“I want to taste you, Deyon.”

“What are you waiting for then?” She licked her lips again.

Again he followed the action then met her gaze. “We need to get some things straight first. I want to date you and work up to more. I can’t—”

“Won’t.”

He shook his head. “Can’t taste you until you’re ready. When I do taste you for the first time, I won’t be able to stop.”

“No one is asking you to stop. And I’m ready. More than ready.” Deyon moved her hips, rocking against his thigh between hers.

She was soaking wet and prepared to take whatever he had. One touch and she was willing to throw caution to the wind and have Leonardo in her bed, making her go out of her mind with pleasure. Yet he was resisting and she was ready to jump him. Rip his clothes off, take his cock inside her body and ride him until they both were spent.

He inhaled then breathed out before speaking. “If it was sex I wanted, I’d already have you on the bed with me buried deep in your body. Fucking you so hard that you’d be screaming until you were hoarse.” He paused and a slow, arrogant grin curled his lips. “If that was all I wanted.”

Deyon’s breath caught and her heart started to race. “What do you want, Leonardo?”

“You, Deyon. I want to date you and get to know you better. I don’t want just sex, but more. What makes you happy? What do you like to do in your spare time? I want to know everything a man finds out about a woman who has captured his interest.” He moved his head closer but still didn’t kiss her.

“But…you know these things about me already,” she protested, not sure what else he wanted to find out.

“I know some of the things about you as a friend, but not as a man who wants to be buried inside you. Not as a lover.”

“For Christ’s sakes, Leonardo, why do you pick now to decide to be a gentleman?” She blew out a breath.

“You’re always so impatient. Slow is very good and it heightens the pleasure.”

“You can go as slow as you want in bed,” she stated slowly.

“Dating first, then we’ll work our way there. Be patient, believe me I only have patience to be a gentleman for so long.” Wicked laughter fell from his plump lips.

Deyon moved her head closer to his. He moved his back.

“Bastard. You’re getting some perverse pleasure out of torturing me.”

“Now, now. You know my parents were married before they had me, and anyway, you shouldn’t be using such nasty words.”

“Humph, you know that isn’t as nasty as my mouth can get. I’m being nice, but you are taxing my good nature,” Deyon growled.

He put his head back and laughed loud and long. Deyon pushed out of his arms, but Leonardo caught her again, holding her easily. There were tears of mirth in his eyes.

“You’re funny.”

Deyon focused on the main point of the conversation. “So let’s get this straight—you want to date me but no kissing until you decide we can go to the next step.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I can go along with that.” Deyon moved out of his embrace and passed by him.

She reached out and caressed his firm ass as she went by then smacked him on the butt.

Leonardo jumped then glared at her. “Deyon,” he said warningly.

She put up her hand, walking backwards. “You didn’t say anything about touching.”

“And that’s your idea of going along.” Leonardo stalked after her.

“Leonardo, that’s my way of going along. I didn’t say that I wouldn’t try to convince you to give up your stupidity and move things along.” Deyon stopped.

He kept coming, crowding her back against the doorway that led into the kitchen.

“I like hearing you say my name.”

“You do, huh? I’ll have to say it often then, Leonardo.” She’d lowered her voice, making it huskier.

His eyes darkened. “You’re going to make this hard.”

“I don’t think you need help there.” She rocked against his erection, pressed against her belly.

Leonardo groaned then stepped away. “Uh-uh. You can touch, but not that. Above the waist.”

“Now there are restrictions. You so know how to challenge a girl. But I’m really adaptable. Above the waist has so many interesting places to touch.” Deyon reached up and stroked down from the top of his ear to the bottom, playing with the lobe.

“Don’t forget that touching goes both ways.” He stroked his fingers along her lips, top then bottom.

Deyon followed it with her tongue, whimpering when he removed his touch. “You
are
so wrong. Damn you, Leonardo.”

“Patience will do you some good.” He sobered then said, “Now about your reckless driving—”

She groaned then interjected. “If you’re going to lecture me, I need to at least get something to eat.”

She turned and entered the kitchen. Deyon finished pulling fixings for a sandwich out of the fridge.

“You need to be more careful how you drive. I know you were trying to get home fast, but it was dangerous how you were driving. Hell, you shouldn’t have even been doing that when you were getting a migraine. Promise me you’ll call me next time if you feel like one is coming on.”

Hearing the concern in his tone, Deyon stopped making the sandwich and went to him.

“I promise I will.” She hugged him, looking at his face.

He nodded. “Good. Now let’s talk about vehicular safety.”

Deyon rolled her eyes and released him, returning to her sandwich. She didn’t even listen to him as he continued his lecture. After making her sandwich, she made one for Leonardo. She left off the cheese, since he didn’t like it on turkey—any other cold cut and he had it but not turkey. She put everything away then retrieved each of them a bottle of iced tea. Grabbing a bag of potato chips, she turned, placing it and the drinks on the island before getting the sandwiches. She put hers down by the stool she was planning to use and slid the other across the counter to him. He caught the plate and reached for the bag of chips.

Leonardo didn’t even pause in his lecture as he finished fixing his plate. Deyon went back to the fridge to grab some pickles. She placed the jar on the counter then sat again on her swivel counter stool. Deyon leaned against the back of the stool, relaxing as she ate. Between bites, he continued his lecture. Deyon lowered her head, rolling her eyes again. She ate her food as he spoke in that tone that she only admitted to herself made her hot. It was authoritative and firm, making her want to stick her tongue between his lips. Hell, if she was truthful, everything he did made her want to kiss him. But he wanted her to wait and expected it of her. He didn’t know her well if he thought that was happening—she was very good at finding ways around things that blocked her path. Leonardo’s need to date and be a gentleman was just another obstacle she would conquer then she would have him anyway she wanted him.

“Deyon.” His sharp call made her glance up.

“Huh?”

“You’re not listening to me.” Leonardo crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on his stool.

Seeing he was finished, and since she was too, she retrieved his plate then her own. She scraped off the remains of their meal into the trash then faced him. She moved to the stool beside him, leaning on the counter by where he sat.

“I never listen. Lecturing is for you to vent, so I wait until you wind down.”

He barked out a laugh then said, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Date me then let me in your pants,” Deyon replied.

“Sassy woman,” he said fondly as he ran a finger down her cheek. “I know you don’t work tomorrow, but do you have anything planned?”

“Nothing that can’t wait.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at two o’clock.” He slid off the stool, brushing against her body as he stepped away.

Deyon followed him as he strode out of the room and through the darkened living room beyond. Leonardo opened the door, stepping outside before turning to her. Deyon leaned against the doorjamb, crossing her arms over her chest. He moved closer and placed his hand on her upper thigh, just below the hem of her housedress. Deyon moaned softly.

“Tomorrow.” He stroked his thumb on her thigh.

“No below the waist. That’s your rule, unless you want to change it.” Deyon lowered her gaze, taking in all she wanted to touch below his waist.

She would start with his bulging shaft. Deyon clenched her fists, shifting her stance. He gripped her thigh to keep her in place. She widened her legs, willing him to move his touch up. As if hearing her fevered entreaty, he moved his hand up below her hem.

“That’s the rule for you. Didn’t say it was for me.”

“Ah…so we have different rules. Am I going to know what these rules are?” Deyon clenched her pussy as it flooded even more.

“Nope. I need some advantage in dealing with you. Tomorrow at two o’clock.” He released her before pivoting and heading for the door.

“What sort of date starts at two o’clock in the afternoon?” she called.

“One you will enjoy,” he replied not turning.

“No hint so I can know how to dress?”

“Not fooling me into telling you. Dress as you usually do.”

“How?”

“To drive me wild.” Leonardo glanced over his shoulder from the open front door and winked.

Shadowed in the recess lighting she kept outside, he looked like a mythical warrior. He exited into the dark night. Deyon straightened, stepping back inside. She closed the door and moved back into the house.

I’m going on a date with Leonardo and there will be no kissing or sex. At least not yet. Lord have mercy on me not to jump the man.

* * * *

The next day Deyon opened the door and repeated the prayer as she viewed the tall, dark and handsome man at her door. In uniform, Leonardo was authoritative and attractive but out of it he was devastatingly sensual and predatory. The rich, hunter-green button down shirt he wore had three buttons open at the neck and the hem rested mid-thigh on his slacks, which were dark grey. On his feet were a pair of open toed sandals. Deyon glanced down at her own outfit. She had on the same colour but in reverse—her shirt was grey and bottoms green.

She raised her head and laughed. “People are going to think we planned to dress alike.”

“Just good taste,” he replied.

On him, it indeed was. Deyon retrieved her bag and stepped outside. Together they headed to his vehicle. Once inside, Deyon relaxed against the buttery-soft leather as he got them on their way. They drove for a few minutes, the silence comfortable.

“I’m surprised you have no questions about where we’re going.”

“You’re not going to tell me anyway. So why ask.” Deyon shrugged.

“But your asking is the fun part.” He pouted.

Deyon chuckled. “The look on you doesn’t work on me. Not falling for it.”

Leonardo winked then turned on the car radio. He pushed in a CD then skipped some songs before leaving one to play. Deyon recognised Hemingway’s Whiskey by Kenny Chesney. She hummed along as it played, followed by a few of the other of the songs on the CD. By the time they arrived at their destination, she knew without going inside where they were. The area came into view and excitement filled Deyon. Leonardo found parking then exited the vehicle before coming around to open her door. He led her to the hood of the truck and she viewed the sign ‘Clarington Weapons Expo’. She turned to Leonardo and smiled.

“If I was allowed to kiss you, I would give you a big fat one with tongue. This will have to do instead.” She groped his ass, pulling him against her and whispered, “You sure do know the way to a girl’s heart.” She got another squeeze in then released him. “Come on, let’s go check out some weapons.”

Leonardo put his hand against her back, escorting Deyon into the expo. He was thankful his shirt was long enough to cover his hardness. If it were any other woman but Deyon he wouldn’t have taken them to the expo—they wouldn’t have appreciated it as much as she would. She was more into weapons than he was. Deyon had even had a whole room specially made for her collection. Leonardo could admit that seeing her holding a gun did a lot of things to him. She was a crack shot and could take a gun apart and put it back together in a time that could almost beat his. Deyon was also partial to knives and swords and one of her most recent acquisitions was a pistol crossbow. When she had sighted down the barrel and shot he’d almost come in his jeans. Yeah, he was a weird man to enjoy watching her go gooey over weapons.

He stood back as Deyon started to speak with the man selling various guns. She paused and waved. Leo glanced to see who she was hailing and spotted Rhianna De’clare—Deyon’s younger sister—and stifled a chuckle. Like Deyon, her sister had an affinity for weapons, although Rhianna preferred to collect swords and knives. Leo lifted his hand and Rhianna returned his gesture with a smile then went back to conversing with one of the vendors. From where Leo stood, he could see the man Rhianna was talking with had many sorts of blades. Leo focused on Deyon and the gun vendor. At first, the man looked at Leo, then he focused on Deyon, and from the expression on the vendor’s face it was clear he wondered why she was the one doing the talking. Soon the man’s expression changed and he got that star struck look men got around Deyon. When Leonardo crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat, the man glanced at him then inclined his head.

Deyon turned and patted his arm. “I’ll be a moment.”

She went back to talking with the man. The other men in the vicinity came closer and soon they surrounded them, chatting with Deyon. He didn’t move his stance, staring down the men to let them know she was his. Deyon reached back and slid her hand into his. She pulled him closer, pointing out the gun she was thinking of buying. He shared his opinion and she nodded then started discussing price. The men who had surrounded them started to disperse.

“Lucky man,” one whispered as he departed.

Leonardo smiled smugly—he knew he was. Once Deyon got the price she wanted and had made arrangements, she gripped his hand and dragged him off to another table. They spent hours at the expo—Deyon and he even tried out a few weapons in the exhibition. Leonardo held her bag as she matched off with a man with a sword. Deyon kicked off her high-heeled sandals in his direction. He picked them up by the straps. She smiled then blew him a kiss. Deyon focused on her opponent and moved slowly as they circled each other. He looked like he was humouring her. Leonardo shook his head—that was a big mistake. Deyon moved in and in a dazzlingly display of swordsmanship she disarmed the supposed expert. He looked stupefied then he laughed. The group around them joined in. Deyon took a bow then lowered her head closer to the one who was speaking to her—Leonardo was too far away to hear what was being said. She shook her head, gesturing towards Leo. The man glared at him then raised Deyon’s hand to his lips. He kissed it and she chuckled before removing her hand and strolling towards Leo.