Accidental Fate (4 page)

Her body still buzzed, and she could still feel his touch. Each brush of the comforter on her sensitive skin sent a new wave of tingles zipping toward her swollen sex. Leo hummed to Joe—she could hear his muffled voice through the paper-thin wall, so she stayed replete on the bed, listening. Her stomach grumbled, but hearing Leo with his son distracted her. The way he spoke to his son, soothing him back to sleep, caused a huge smile to spread across her face. He truly loved the little boy.

"What's this?" Leo asked quietly, crawling up the bed to her.

Erin had forgotten all about her little gift. He didn't sound angry at her, so she chanced a glance at him.

"I didn't want you to see that until tomorrow."

"Then placing it in my son's room was not the best idea," he pointed out, kissing her nose.

She snuggled against him, resting her chin on his chest so they'd still have eye contact.

"Tomorrow is Father's Day. Joe wanted to buy his daddy something nice."

"
Joe
did?"

"Yup." She nodded, lowering her lips and kissing his nipple. "We had a talk. He thought you deserved something amazing."

"So he bought me a blue teddy bear and a card? His handwriting is outstanding!"

Erin nodded again, closing her eyes as his hand cupped her ass and squeezed tenderly. She instantly felt the bloom of arousal; she rolled her hips against his leg. Her sex pulsed, demanding attention. Need for him rose quickly, his hands her only distraction.

"Don't you like them?"

Leo cleared his throat, his finger sliding along the crease of her bottom, continuing up her spine. It made her shiver delicately, he did it again. Erin squealed, trying to pull away, but his arm banded around her.

"Don't you want me touching you now you've had your wicked way with me?" He asked.

She slapped his chest, snorting when he feigned pain.

"I think
you
had your way."

"You were on top," he retorted childishly.

"You're so funny… not! So are you going to answer me?"

His fingers had begun toying with her breasts; his attention diverted once again. She couldn't deny he was certainly diverting hers, but it was important to her that he answered her question.

"Hmm, what was the question again?"

"Leo! Listen to me!" Erin pouted. "Did you like your surprise?"

Leo's lips met hers, cutting off her complaint and stealing her breath. It was slow, erotic, and she didn't have to guess where it was heading.

"The best surprise was you," he stated, moving his hand down her body to cup her sex. "Thank you."

Erin melted against him, his words swelling her heart.

The heart that now belonged to Leo.

Chapter 4

They were going to have a date. Leo insisted, wanting to make them official. It would be in his apartment, with Joe sleeping in his bedroom, but Leo thought they needed one. There was no one he could trust to care for his son while he took Erin to a restaurant, so the date had to be in his apartment. He was determined to make it memorable, decorating the room with sweet smelling candles, covering the coffee table with a white sheet, and hoping Erin didn't think he was silly. He felt guilty for not dating Erin as he should. She'd laughed. They'd met under the strangest of circumstances and lack of dates didn't make it any less real.

He'd bathed and settled Joe earlier than usual, trying to make sure he had enough time to clean up and cook dinner before Erin arrived. It didn't work out that way, because Joe just didn't settle. He wanted cuddling, rocking, and nuzzling to sleep. Leo grew impatient, though loved every moment of their time together. He felt foolish when he began to read him a story but did it anyway.

By the time Joe was sleeping in the crib, Erin was pressing the buzzer downstairs. He looked down at his crumpled T-shirt and sweat pants, grimacing. He'd wanted it to be perfect, and he'd failed again. He hadn't even started the cooking. So mumbling to himself, he pressed the buzzer to open the front door of the store and began to empty the paper bag. He tried to be nonchalant when Erin stepped into the room, though one look at her had his pulse racing.

She smiled at him, twisting her hips in a rather childish pose. She'd tied her hair up, much to his disappointment. It did, however expose her long, porcelain throat and accentuated the way her gray top dipped tantalizingly between her breasts. She also wore a skirt, and taking in her legs made his sweats tent.

It appeared he was at the mercy of his hormones tonight.

"Wow," he exclaimed softly, walking around the counter toward her.

He didn't care if she saw his erection. She was the cause of it anyway. That skirt and those heels… She would be the death of him.
Evil woman.

She shrugged, placing a bottle of wine on the counter. "Thought I'd make the effort for you."

"Well, you sure did that."

He brought her against his body, skimming his hand up her thigh and almost groaning at the feel of her skin.

"I missed you," he whispered, moving his hand to the front of her leg.

"I missed you too."

"I like the skirt," he continued. His stomach knotted with lust. He tried his best to ignore it; he didn't want this to be about sex. Erin deserved something real, something
normal
, but it was very difficult with Joe, though she didn't seem to begrudge his son. His brain needed to communicate with his fingers, however, because they were currently creeping slowly up her thigh.

"Leo! No touching until after we eat!" She bit out but never tried to remove his hand from her leg.

He laughed, his mouth opening wide. The pull to touch her was so strong. It was difficult to keep the date at the forefront of his mind when all he wanted to do was get her on her back and bury himself in her warm, wet heat.

"Problem?" He asked innocently, shooting her a lopsided grin.

"Nope," she squeaked.

His hand was now millimeters from her panties, having worked it up under her short shirt. He stopped at the edging and flexed his fingers. Each time he did, they caressed her cotton-covered folds. Keeping the smirk on his face, he continued to tease, touching her fleetingly before pulling away.

"I mean it, Mr Sommers. Hands off."

It sounded weak; he didn't believe for one second that she wanted his hands off her body, but that could wait. For now, it was important to give Erin this.

"What if I don't want to? Maybe I've decided to skip dinner altogether," he stated, as his finger traced her mound.

She bit her lip, a low groan slipping out.

"Don't give me the cheesy line about having your dessert first. That's old, Leo, real old."

"Wasn't going to."

She reached up, combing her fingers through his hair. They hadn't discussed what had happened in his bedroom, just continued as they had done before. They still touched and kissed but hadn't had sex again. Leo wanted that small step back. He hoped it would give Erin some headspace. He wanted her to be certain about this. They were circling each other now, both waiting for the other one to make a move.

"Is Joe asleep?"

She tried to ignore his questing fingers, though it was getting near impossible. Especially when he lowered his lips to her neck, peppering it with kisses as he hummed his response. Her fingers tightened in his hair, gripping tightly.

Tiny vibrations skimmed across his skin from her soft sighs, and each one made his groin tighten with need. Her face nuzzled the crook of his neck, her tongue licking along his throat. Pressing his knuckles against her sex, he felt the wetness of her panties.

His lips were close to her ear when he whispered, "Erin, I want to touch you. Please?"

He swallowed hard, waiting on her response. She was killing him. He tried to stick to the rules they'd made for the night and one sentence—one touch was enough to make him crumble. Each time she moved her lips, they caressed the sensitive skin on his neck, eliciting small shivers of pleasure.

Erin opened her mouth, but he stopped her words as he crashed his lips against hers. It was needy, hot, devouring. A kiss that had lust curling low in his abdomen. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples pushing against the fabric. Each time he stroked her panties, his tongue stroked hers, slowly and gently building his arousal. It wasn't necessary; he wanted her passionately already.

Leo could feel her racing heart, along with the heating of her skin. She was intoxicating, and he was well aware what waited for him beneath the sexy clothes. He longed to be able to lift her up, slam her against the far wall, and thrust into her until she screamed his name. He wanted carefree abandon, but with Joe here, he could no longer have it. He couldn't do the things he used to, not that he would change that now. He loved his son.

He smirked against her lips. He would just have to make sure she kept quiet.

Erin sighed as he began to place an open-mouthed kiss along her neck. His attraction to her consumed his every sense. His mind told him continually he should take this slowly; they needed to be cautious, but his body demanded attention. Demanded her.

He pressed her back against the small table by the door. "Open your legs," he urged.

There was no debate from her. She did as he asked; keeping their eyes connected as she slowly separated her thighs. He licked his lips, waiting until she allowed him in.

"A little demanding tonight, Mr Sommers?"

"Maybe."

She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his fingers pulled on the elastic. He tugged gently at the wet material until it began to lower.

"Here?" she whispered, her voice drifted like silk over his skin.

"Do you have any objections?" His chest tightened with anticipation.

She shook her head, and it took all he had not to pound into her that instant.

"Let me make you smile, Erin."

"B-but you already do," she stuttered, watching as he shimmied her panties down her legs.

His desire to prolong this dissipated when she rubbed her thighs together. She was as desperate for this as he was. This was spiraling quickly, just as it had done before.

"Then let me… make… you…" He brought his lips back to her ear and uttered, "scream."

Leo watched her take a deep breath. She pushed him away before tentatively lifting the thin gray top off. It floated to the floor, but all he could do was stare. Her nipples were instantly erect, begging for his touch.

Leo licked his lips, saying, "Fucking beautiful."

Her eyes widened at his exclamation, his cursing apparently shocking her. Trying to distract her, he began to swirl his index finger around her left peak. She threw her head back, moaning.

"Do you know how stunning you look right now?" He asked gruffly.

"Tell me," she whimpered.

He brought his head forward so his lips came into contact with her other breast. Erin gripped the wooden table, steadying herself as he kissed across her breasts.

"I could never put it into words. Touch me, Erin."

She reached out, untied his sweats, and pushed her hand underneath the edge. There had been no need to ask her twice.

"Oh, Erin," he exhaled.

She stilled, cupping his face in her hands. "What?"

"Just ignore me. I'm having a girly moment."

Her frown told him she didn't believe a word he just said.

"I just don't see what I have to offer you. I feel things for you I really shouldn't right now, but it's there. I look around and see this place, me, my son. You deserve much better."

She glared at him. Somehow he'd annoyed her.

"
I
decide who I want, Leo. Don't doubt who you are." She kissed him fiercely. "Now kiss me. Take me."

He closed his eyes, his jaw flexing as he ground his teeth. He was telling himself to let her go, to end this before there was no way back. The trouble was he knew they'd reached that point already. His battle had been lost the moment he crashed into her car.

He pounced, lips crashing against lips, palms on breasts and fingers teasing nipples. He trailed kisses down her neck, lapping at the soft skin on her chest. Erin's knees buckled, though she didn't fall. Leo pressed her against the wall, keeping her upright, and while sucking and licking one breast, he began fondling the other. The scent of her arousal surrounded them. He wanted her so badly, wanted to feel her writhing and moaning against him.

He hummed in appreciation as he swirled his tongue slowly.

"I want you," she croaked out.

He pulled away, but only so he could lift her up the wall and wrap her legs around his waist. His mouth never left her chest as he devoured every inch of her flesh. Their breathing was already sharp and shallow, and with every roll of his hips, her fingernails bit into his back, her teeth against his neck.

This time the lovemaking was savage, a hunger that needed sating. Leo craved to feel wanted by her, desperate for her to understand what she meant to him. So they licked, kissed, and thrust each other into oblivion. Grunts and moans filled the room as the ecstasy began to build. They gave up removing clothes completely. Instead, they hung from elbows, shoulders, or ankles, and when Leo decided enough was enough he produced a box of condoms from the paper bag on the counter.

"I need to feel you around me. Want you to come in my arms."

"Yes," Erin gasped. "Hurry."

His hands shook as he opened the wrapper, allowing her a little space to kick her remaining clothes across the floor. Barely upright, she squeaked when he pressed her back against the wall. He trailed his hand from her neck slowly down between her breasts and along her torso to her navel. Her skin pebbled to his touch.

"I love the contrast of your arm against mine," she muttered, touching his tattoo.

"Shush," he crooned, kissing her lips tenderly.

His erection nestled against her, though it didn't stay there. He fixed his mouth to hers and thrust, making them both groan. He didn't falter, plunging into her with long, slow strokes as he got lost in the pump of his erection into her slick flesh. His body burned, ignited, when his orgasm hit. He tossed his head back, grunting and bringing on Erin's own completion.

"I can't… hold us up," he panted, fighting to right his equilibrium as he lowered them to the floor.

Sweat filmed across Leo's chest, but he couldn't tear himself away from her to fetch a towel. In fact, he pulled her closer, nuzzling her hair and inhaling her scent.

"I had a really great date planned," he whispered, "before my hormones got the better of me."

She kissed his jaw, running her fingers down his arm. "This
was
a really great date."

"What? On my living room floor?" He snorted. "With my baby son in the next room?"

Erin nodded, kissing him again. "You have no idea of your pull, do you? I just want to be with you."

Leo couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face. "You say all the right things, Miss Miles. I might actually keep you."

"I might just let you."

He embraced her, keeping her close as he drew lazy circles on her arm with the tip of his finger. She hummed each time he got close to her wrist, snuggling closer to him.

"Sensitive?" He asked, placing a lingering kiss there.

Erin nodded, twisting around and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was grinning up at her, amazed she wanted to stick around.

"You're pretty amazing. Do you know that?"

Erin sniggered, combing her fingers through his hair. "Nope, I'm not. I just saw someone pretty fine and didn't want him walking, or rather driving, away."

"Even with—"

She slapped his chest, shooting him a warning glare. "If you're about to mention Joe, don't. He is not your
baggage
. He's your son, a part of you, and anyone thinking otherwise is pathetic."

"Yes, ma'am." He pouted, thoroughly chastised.

Leo kissed her again before jostling them around. "I need to clean up."

* * * *

Erin watched him walk away, his ass cheeks giving her a tantalizing view as he strolled to the bathroom. She pulled on his discarded T-shirt and chanced a sneak peek at Joe before Leo returned.

The sight of the little boy sleeping made her chest swell with love. He was adorable, and she still fought to understand why his mother wanted nothing to do with him. The buzzing of the doorbell had her leaving Joe quickly. She didn't want it to wake him, so after closing his bedroom door, she rushed to the monitor.

The screen blurred, flickering and randomly going out of focus. Erin could make out a young woman with dark hair. She hugged her waist as if she was cold and puffed on a cigarette. Tapping her high heels impatiently, she reached to press the bell again. Erin picked up the phone to speak to her.