Finding Destiny

by Christa Simpson

  Her body continued to urge her to make a move, but instead she listened and talked, exchanging bits and pieces of her life with him. Instead of devouring Skylar, the way her body demanded, she stayed up until the wee hours of the morning absorbing his soft caress, his sultry skin and his warm words, wishing she could grow the courage to take what she needed from him. Everything.

  CHAPTER SIX

  When Skylar came to, he couldn’t believe it. He still had a beautiful woman resting peacefully in his arms, and he was happy. He had gone the whole night without having sex with this girl and she had fallen asleep in his arms. That was unheard of in the Knight family. Thank God Matty hadn’t come back, or he would have never heard the end of it.

  No, they didn’t have sex, but her kisses were like gold. And he was a little embarrassed by how satisfying it was just to touch her smooth skin, hear her pleasant voice, and hold her in his arms. He really wanted to have her, but he recognized her cynical beliefs and decided he’d be better off playing it safe for now.

  He would have to find a back door into her heart, and slip in there before she realized what he was doing there. One thing was for sure, he really liked this woman and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

  It was still early yet, and he had a bit of a kink in his neck, but he didn’t want to move for fear that she would flee his arms if he did. When she sighed softly and stretched out on top of him, he knew that his opportunity to be close to her had passed. When he attempted, gently, to pull her back down, she casually shrugged him off and sat up next to him.

  “What time is it?” she asked, with soft, sleepy lips.

  “It’s 5:25 a.m.” He had checked his phone and answered her, but was finding it difficult to look away. Destiny’s silky blonde hair was a wavy mess and her blue bedroom eyes were breathtaking.

  “Oh! That’s early yet.” She seemed agreeable with more sleep but slightly surprised to find that her friend hadn’t yet returned. “I wonder what happened to Felicia.”

  “I’m sure she convinced Matty to spend the night with her at the hotel. It hardly seems farfetched.”

  She nodded, seeming to accept his suggestion without question. Then she looked around the vacant room again. For what? He didn’t know.

  “Do you have a bed?”

  Her words were like music to his ears. He promptly took her hand and watched her eyes as he unhurriedly guided her to his room. It was hardly a room, more like a closet, but it had two small cots in it and it had always gotten the job done for the men in his family.

  Skylar had never imagined that he would bring a woman here. He never expected to find himself stumbling over himself to make this woman his either. But there he was, pulling out every trick in the book to make her swoon over him.

  He swept a hand over her body, appreciating the soft curve of her hips, before stepping away. “You might want to lose a layer of clothes.”

  He saw how nervous that suggestion had made her, so he softened the blow. “But that is entirely up to you. I just want you to be comfortable.”

  She seemed to soften to his words and lifted her sweater over her head agreeably. He couldn’t take his eyes of her, once he saw how her undershirt clung to her slim waist and perky breasts. Even as she tossed her sweater onto the floor and glanced up at him, he couldn’t help but stare. She smiled and turned away, then he saw her small hands skimming under her shirt to find the clasp on her bra.

  He was mesmerized by the thought of her bare breasts being pressed against him, as she wiggled the straps of her bra over her shoulders. Then, after a magical exchange of sleeves, she pulled the lacy garment out from under her shirt.

  “You’re sure you don’t mind?” she asked, not noticing the way his mouth had grown dry and hung slack.

  If his stunned gaze wasn’t any indication of his unconditional acceptance, he didn’t know what would be. The way her nipples protruded from her fitted white undershirt awakened the beast inside his pants. He couldn’t let her notice, or she would be running out of there like the room was on fire. He ripped his eyes away from her, before he did something he would regret.

  “Sit tight for a minute, alright?”

  She didn’t answer him, when he released her from his gaping eyes, and she stayed silent while he moseyed around the room to fix their makeshift bed. Without asking her, Skylar pushed the two small cots together. He lifted the blanket from one of the beds and tossed it into a pile on the floor. He quickly draped the other covers over the two beds, climbed into one and settled down beneath the blankets.

  Just the thought laying her out on the bed had his libido cranked on overdrive. He quickly adjusted himself beneath the covers, realizing that there was only one thing that would fix that problem. After slipping off his pants and tossing them out from under the blanket, he opened his arm for her to join him. He only hoped that she would be willing company.

  Destiny couldn’t stop the flutter in her chest, as she watched Skylar make their bed. He was concentrating on his task entirely, not knowing how the flex of his muscles affected her. The way his arousal pressed against his pants, even though he had tried to hide it, turned her on like never before. He had been trying to be a gentleman and had succeeded thus far.

  The one man she wished would be a little less gentle and he was putting up all the stops, so as not to harm her delicate soul. Destiny shimmied off her pants when he wasn’t looking. If he wanted her to be comfortable, then she would get comfortable.

  When he settled in the bed and dropped his own pants, Destiny only hoped that she could keep her shit together. Then he opened his arm to her, and it wasn’t in question. Skylar was telling her to come to him.

  Though he crowded the small bed and his large feet dangled adorably over the end, she fit on it nicely. Destiny snuggled under the blankets and drew them up to her chin to chase away the chill that had attacked her over-sensitized body. She specifically kept a layer of air between them, careful not to let her skin melt against his.

  She didn’t know what else she could expect, if she were to bury her body against his, the way she wanted to. She doubted he would be able to resist her if she did. Did she even want him to resist her? Her thoughts had her reeling.

  How had this even happened? Snowed in at a secluded cabin. Stranded with this gorgeous man. And he was still shirtless, with the thickest of thighs resting right next to her. She tried not to notice how other parts of his body were equally as hard. It only teased her that much more.

  When Skylar pulled her back against him, she felt the flesh of that large thigh on her rear, but she didn’t fight him. She craved his warmth just like she craved his touch.

  Avoiding the overwhelming sensations attacking her body, she focused on the bliss that was encompassing her heart. She closed her sleepy eyes and made an effort to rest, while intimately tucked against Skylar’s chest. But when he wrapped his arm around her and grasped onto her hand, her eyes popped back open. Though he couldn’t see her face, while she watched the way his large hand dwarfed hers, he had to have known how special that moment had been to her.

  Then he pressed his lips in her hair and she knew she was a goner. With nothing but a kiss and a few small facts about his family life, she had fallen for him. And she couldn’t even hide it.

  “Thank you for this,” she whispered.

  Why had she voiced her thoughts? She wished she could take it back. Skylar knew she wasn’t talking only about him saving her from a snow cloud.

  Then he chuckled, and his desirous voice tickled her ear, making her quickly forget about her embarrassment. “You don’t have to thank me, Destiny. I only do what I want, and right now I want to be here with you.”

  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 h
er 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.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  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 fe
minine 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.