Kisses and Revenge (12 page)

Chapter Seventeen

The motorcycle ride was more than exhilarating, and by the time they pulled over, Leslie felt like she was flying. Her heart still pounded hard in her chest as Warren turned the bike off and leaned back against her. She could feel his heart too and his breath pounding out of him. The night had taken the sky, leaving it dark and speckled with stars, and a light breeze blew across their sweaty skin, making her shiver. It was a freeing sensation to have ridden with him, and it made her feel more alive than anything in a long time.

"Warren ... that is insane! I can't believe how good it feels!" Leslie sighed, keeping her arms wrapped around where he leaned against her. It was strangely comfortable to have him pressed against her like that.

"We all need a little bit of insanity in our lives. Thank you for joining me," Warren moaned then turned enough to face her. He reached up and pulled the helmet from her head, letting her hair fall about her in a haphazard mess.

"Maybe so. I have never done anything like this before," she whispered, licking her lips.

Warren reached up and cupped her face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek. He looked deeply into her eyes, and fire filled his quickly. It had her breath catching in her lungs. "You are so beautiful. I know it scares you how you feel about me, but I also know you still feel that way. I don't want to hurt you, Leslie. I honestly want to make you happy."

She moved in closer to him, wrapping her arms even tighter around him. "I know. It's just ... I feel like I am hurting him by feeling this way."

"You can't hurt him. He would want you happy, and he wanted me to take care of you if anything ever happened. Please trust me on this. You are allowed to be happy." Warren's voice was heavy with desire and passion. Leslie could feel exactly what he was feeling, and it made her body tighten with desire.

Warren's kiss quickly escalated as his hands sank deep into her hair, pulling tightly and holding her to him. The way he kissed her, it was like he was trying to devour her. She had never known such need and desire before. Adam had always been an amazing lover, but he had never had such an overwhelming flame. Not like Warren did. He seemed to be filled with fire.

He reached and pulled her into his lap, never breaking the kiss. He pulled her tightly to him and she could feel the way his body reacted to her. It was thrilling and had her wishing they were somewhere more private.

Warren took her hand walking her off to the beach and leaving his bike in a parking spot. She was shaking as she tried to keep up behind him, knowing he wanted to take her somewhere more secluded. They found themselves between two sand dunes; he had her pressed up against the rocks and sand with his mouth working hard against hers. She loved the way he kissed her and how he almost always had this fiery passion that seemed to know no boundaries. It was a rush beyond anything she had ever known, and she found, slowly, she was no longer seeing Adam. Warren was becoming his own person to her, a person she could willingly love and care for. It didn't matter that he was Adam's brother. Their past relationship had no bearing on how things were now. Warren was right, Adam was gone and he would want her happy.

Wrapping herself around him, she kissed him back with just as much fervor and intensity. Her hands moved behind him, pulling at his shirt so she could feel the warmth of his flesh. It was incredible the way his skin felt, and she couldn't get enough of it.

He growled into her kiss as he lifted her legs to wrap around him. Her arms flung around his neck, holding him close to her so she wouldn't fall. Not that she thought she would with how firmly he was pressed against her. His lips moved down her neck, kissing and nibbling.

Leslie wasn't usually one for sex on the beach, unless it came in a glass, but something about how Warren was treating her had her body on fire. Wetness built between her thighs as she ground her still clothed body against his growing hardness. He moaned deeply and thrust into her as well, adding to the sensation and making her head spin.

"Oh, you are so beautiful. I could never get enough of you," he whispered as he set her back down so he could start working on opening her pants. He was swift to pull the button free and wiggle the zipper down. His fingers sank right in, sliding over her wetness and massaging into her sensitive flesh. "Feels like someone is hungry for me too. Leslie, I need you. I can't wait to have you again."

Her clothes were ripped free of her body, falling in a heap on the ground at their feet. The cool wind from the ocean made her nipples harden even more than his attention had, and the ache had her arching and crying out for more. He gifted her with relief by kissing and sucking on one then the other, taking turns showing each one equal attention as his fingers continued to work deep inside of her. With every move he made, her hips rocked against him, desperate for more than the tender touches he was giving her.

Reaching between them, she pulled open his pants and slid them down just enough so his cock was free. Her hand clasped around it, and she began to pump up and down, wanting him to feel the pleasure he was giving her. He rewarded her with groans and growls. Two fingers sank deep into her, and she jumped before her body began to tense.

"That's it, I love feeling your body respond to me." He moaned in her ear as his fingers pushed hard and fast in and out of her body.

Tighter and tighter her body grew, and then he was lifting her up and pressing her against the sand and stone again. Her hands were forced to move around to his back once more as he shoved himself to the hilt into her body. Warren wasted no time thrusting hard and fast, making sure to hit that spot inside of her she loved so much. It had her hips rocking hard against him, trying to meet him stroke for stroke. Each pounding of their bodies together sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

"Oh fuck! How do you do this to me?" she screamed out, feeling her body getting to the brink of her orgasm. He seemed to know he had her there too, because the moment she thought she would go over that edge, he pulled back.

Her feet fell to the cool sand as he spun her around. With her hands smacking against the stone, she felt him grip tight to her hips, pulling her back so she was at an arching angle. Again he slammed into her, fucking her with ferocity. Her moans turned to screams of passion as each thrust rebuilt that tense coil inside of her. She knew she was on the edge, so close, yet he wouldn't give her that last little bit she needed in order to spill over the edge. He liked to keep her waiting, keep her begging for him to give her what she truly wanted.

His fingers clenched in tight, pulling her into him, making each impact harder and deeper. She swore he was trying to fuck through her body, and that made her tense even more.

"I swear, you get tighter with every move I make. I'm not going to be able to fuck you if this keeps up," he groaned, forcing his hardness into her.

"Oh fuck! You have me so close!" she screamed, slamming herself into him, wanting him so badly to finish what he had started.

"You're close, huh? I like you being close. I like that you need me to take you and push you over the edge. You need me to fuck you until you can't stand." His voice was so commanding, sending chills down her spine.

"Yes, I need you. Oh fuck! FUCK!" Her body squeezed tightly, clamping down on him so he knew just how much she needed him to finish her off.

"Oh yes, you are going to be mine. Now come for me!" he demanded.

Leslie lost it in that moment. Her body crashed into a tempest of orgasm as wild as the waves in the ocean behind them. The world disappeared from view, and all she could do was feel the ecstasy he was giving her. His name screamed out from her lips, and she felt him grip around her body to keep her from falling just as he slammed into her one last time releasing deep into her body. The feel of his orgasm only intensified hers. She pressed against him, letting him use her body for his full release.

A moment later he collapsed against her, holding her and panting against her back. They stood there for several breaths, trying to compose themselves. Then they pulled apart and turned to face each other. Warren's pants were around his ankles, and Leslie was completely naked, so she smiled when he stumbled toward her. His fingers ran through her hair, and he kissed her deeply.

"I want to take care of you. I love you, Leslie. I always will," he whispered, letting their kiss grow again.

***

Their night had been filled with lovemaking, and now the two of them lay wrapped in each other's arms, letting the waves wash over them. At one point, Warren had gone back to his bike to get the blanket he kept in his saddlebag. It was a welcome addition to their time together and now was wrapped around their still naked bodies. The moon shone brightly in the sky, accented by millions of stars. Where they had ended up was beautiful and far enough from the light of the city to allow the stars to really shine through.

Both of them were covered in sand, and Warren had already offered to get them a room so they could clean up and maybe get some food. However, she wasn't quite ready to leave their little oasis on the beach. It had been a perfect bubble away from everything that had been going on in her life all year. Realizing it was all right to love Warren and be with Warren had been difficult but needed for her sanity.

"You feel more relaxed than I have seen you in a long time. I know you feel weird about all of this, but I promise you, there is nothing wrong with who and what we are. I love you, and I'm always going to take care of you," Warren whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"I know. I think I was so hung up on missing Adam that I lost who I was. I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. I love you, and you have always been there for me. I should understand that and be there for you too," Leslie answered, snuggling in deeper to his chest. "I am more relaxed. I think letting myself realize the truth has been the most important thing I could do. Dr. Halbert has been trying to tell me that for a long time. I see it now."

"We live in a society where doing anything can be judged, and we have a lot of people looking up to us. I know you worried what people would think about us being together. I also knew that eventually you would grow more comfortable with me and not feel bad for having normal human emotions," Warren explained. His hands softly petted her hair, comforting her and loving her. His actions showed her he wanted more from her than just her body.

"Yeah, you're right, and I shouldn't care what everyone thinks of me. I just can't help it sometimes. But today has been the best day I have had in a long time. In fact, all of the good days I have had since Adam died have been because of you. Thank you for being so patient with me," she whispered, her voice softly moaning from how good it felt to have him holding her.

The breeze blew against them, and the waves crashed up over their legs, a mix of cool and warm. Leslie felt tired, both body and soul, and was ready to get some rest. Their evening and night had been full of energy, and now she was ready for a recharge. Leslie wanted nothing more than to have him hold her for the night and never let her go. It had been a long time since she felt such peace, and it was nice to not be overwhelmed with pain and loss.

Rubbing his hands up and down her arms, Warren began to look around. The area of beach they were at was void of people, but they were still naked on a public beach. Giving her a smile and kissing her head again, he started to move. "All right, let's go and get ourselves a place to sleep. I will drive you back home tomorrow at some point. I can't promise I won't try to ravish you in the morning."

Leslie felt herself blush as she moved to stand up and brush off all the sand. She was sure it would take a shower to get rid of most of it. Thinking of sharing a shower with Warren made her body heat up again, and she was sure Warren would think she was turning into some sort of nympho. Warren just chuckled and helped her put on enough clothing to get to the hotel.

In the room, they both went into the shower, Warren leaving the bathroom a bit dark, lit only by the lights shining in from the bedroom area. He took his time, washing her body and hair, pampering her to the extreme. Once they were finished with their shower, he laid her down on the bed and made love to her once more before they finally fell asleep for the night. For the first time in over a year, Leslie felt safe and comforted in the arms of a man who loved her.

Chapter Eighteen

Admitting she cared about Warren had been the biggest step to her healing process. She had not realized just how much of a difference it would make in her life. Dr. Halbert had even made a comment on how much of a difference Warren had made in her wellbeing. Leslie was happy; it was the only word for it. She may not be fully healed and ready to let go of Adam, but she was happy.

With his new position at SkyFinn Marketing, Adam was being forced to work longer hours. However, every night after work, he came to her place to spend the night with her. She was starting to wonder if maybe he would miss his own house, but she also wondered if being there brought back memories of his parents. Either way, she never really asked about it, figuring it was best to leave it alone.

Sharron, at first, was concerned about her, worried she was jumping into something too quickly, but she was even starting to see how important Warren was in her life. During the day, when she wasn't working, Sharron would come over and try to encourage Leslie to go to work herself, but the idea of joining the workforce was terrifying. Leslie had never worked before, at least not something other than fast food. Sharron suggested she come work with her for a while at the firm, taking it a step at a time.

"Come on, you are doing so much better. Get out of this house and do something with yourself. You would be surprised just how much happier your life would be if you had more purpose in it. Just give it some thought. I can bring you in as my assistant, and you can just work part time. I know you aren't in need of money, but sometimes it is more about your sanity than anything else," Sharron went on, pouring them both more wine.

"I know I have been a bit up and down, but I swear I am a lot better now." Leslie laughed, leaning against the counter.

"Yes, you are. Now you need to get a life. Don't jump from being the overly devout wife to the overly devout girlfriend. You have never had your own life, not since we were young. You deserve to have something that is just you," Sharron suggested with a grin on her face.

"Okay, well, I guess I can think on it. I just don't know how well I would be working. I have never held down a real job before. It will be a new experience." Leslie felt her heart racing just thinking about going to work.

"That is all I am asking. Think about it, and if you want, come to work with me one day and see what it is like. I could always use the help, and you are really smart. Leslie, I love you, and want to see you happy. I feel like you gave up a lot being Adam's wife. I know you wanted to, and I know you loved him, but I always felt like you were selling yourself short when it came to being his wife," Sharron continued.

She was right; Leslie had been so focused on being a good wife to Adam that she had never done a lot for herself. She gave up her career, gave up her identify really. When it came down to it, Leslie was "Adam's wife" not Leslie by the end of it. She would always love Adam, and miss him terribly, but Sharron had a point. It was now time for her to start being who she really was.

Looking around at her kitchen, for the last several months, she had spent so much time in that room. It wasn't even just her being in her house, it was this room. It was the easiest room for her to be in, and she had been using it as a wall to keep her from the rest of the world. Sharron was giving her a way to break down those walls, and Leslie was pretty sure she needed to break out of her walls as well.

Even Warren kept her inside of her walls. He always came over to her house and spent time with her in the kitchen. They ate dinner together, listened to music, or danced in the kitchen. Leslie hadn't really thought of it that way before, but now, talking with her best friend, she was starting to see just how much she had been hiding away.

"Yeah, I will do that. I will come and spend a day with you, then decide if I want to actually try to have a job. I love you, Sharron. Thanks for being here for me this whole time. I know it has been difficult to be my friend lately," Leslie whispered, reaching out and giving her friend a huge hug.

"Girl, I have been your friend for a long time. I would be a pretty crappy friend if I wasn't here for you," Sharron answered, holding her close.

It was good to hold Sharron and feel her arms around her. Leslie had pushed everyone away. Bringing them back into her life was hard but rewarding for her. Each moment, each day, she was starting to feel better and closer to the people who had always been there for her.

***

Leslie had dinner ready by the time Warren got there. It was late, much later than usual, but he had sent her a text to let her know he would be late. There had been a meeting at work that ran over, something that had happened with Adam more than once.

Not wanting Warren to have to wait, she went ahead and made dinner. When she heard the door open, she poured their wine to make sure everything was perfect. It was a similar situation to how she was with Adam in the past. Hopefully Warren wouldn't get upset with her for treating them similar.

"Hey, baby, you went ahead and cooked dinner?" Warren asked as he came in and gave her a hug and kiss.

"Well, I figured it would be better than you having to wait. I wasn't sure when you ate last and didn't want you to be hungry," Leslie answered, moving into his arms.

"I think I had something on the way to work this morning, so I have to say I am thankful you have dinner ready. I'm starving." Warren smiled and gave her another kiss before taking a seat at the table.

Leslie quickly served their plates. It was nothing special, just hamburgers with gravy and rice with corn. It was a simple meal, but one that was sure to fill him up and make him feel better after a long day. She had even made some cornbread with butter to add to their meal. Once his plate was served, she made her own plate and sat down near him. His eyes watched her as she moved about the room, like a wolf hunting his prey. He always looked at her that way, and it made her blush thinking about what may be going through his mind.

When she sat down, she crossed her legs and moved her foot out to rub against his leg. The corner of his lip twitched up on the corners as he looked up at her. She could feel the heat in his eyes peering into him, but she didn't want to let him distract her from the things she wished to talk about.

"So Sharron came over and hung out with me some today. She is offering me a job with her. She thinks it would be good for me to get out of the house now and then. Besides, I have a degree that I never used. Maybe it is time to do so," Leslie began, mixing all of her food together to make one big glop of gravy to eat. It was how she had always eaten this particular meal.

"You want to go to work? That is interesting. You don't like being a housewife?" Warren asked. The way he said "housewife" was more erotic than she had thought he could say those words. Warren pretty much was picking up where Adam left off, and it was no longer strange.

"I do, but I also need a life. You work a lot, and I spend entirely too much time in this house. I want to feel like I am doing something with my life." Leslie sat back, hoping he would understand.

Warren sat back, watching her as he thought things over. Leslie could never understand why it was so important to her what other people thought, but it was. She didn't want to upset Warren by wanting to work, but she also needed to be herself. "That sounds reasonable. I have been working longer hours, and you are here a lot. It makes sense, but can I ask a favor? Can you wait a little bit before you start? I thought I might take you on a bit of a vacation first. You deserve to have something for you. I just want to see you smile."

His answer made her feel good, but she was also surprised. What did he mean about going on a vacation? They hadn't talked about doing something so serious before. However, she remembered how good it had been when they spent the night on the beach. It had been the breaking point that made her stop living in grief. The idea of really going on a vacation was both frightening and exciting, and she smiled when she thought about it. "What sort of vacation?"

"Well, I know you like it warm. I figured we could be cheesy and go to Hawaii or something. I just want to get you away from here for a bit, and then when we get back, you can go to work if that is what you really want to do." Warren was being so diplomatic about it all, and her heart raced thinking of going on such a romantic trip.

Jumping up from her seat, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "That sounds so romantic! I am so excited. When are we going to go?"

"Probably next week. I have to finalize some things, but that is what it is looking like. How about you go and buy some new swimsuits and things for the trip? I want to make it extra special," Warren answered, pulling her into his lap. He fed her a bite of his food then kissed her cheek.

He was probably right about going shopping. She had lost so much weight after Adam's death that most of her clothes didn't fit her. Getting some new stuff for their vacation would be a good idea. Enjoying her food, she wiggled a bit in his lap to get comfortable as he took a bite of his own meal. Leslie couldn't help but wonder if this was a ploy of his to do something more serious. Would he want to ask her to marry him? Was she ready for that?

Once they finished eating, she put the dishes in the dishwasher and finished off the bottle of wine. Warren changed out of his work clothes and came back to the kitchen with just a pair of pajama pants on. He always looked so sexy; his well-maintained body showing ripples of muscles was something he also liked to show off.

Leaning against the counter, she watched him come toward her with a grin. He had the sexy walk of a predatory cat, and it made her whole body tighten. Maybe she should lay off the wine when she was around him. When he reached her, he turned her toward him and began to kiss her. She would worry about all of the details later. When he kissed her like that, she would much rather spend her time enjoying him and not stressing about everything else.