Finding Destiny by Christa Simpson Page B

Miss?” When the old man realized how he had found
Destiny, his eyes popped open and he promptly turned away. “I am so
sorry. I didn’t know.” He couldn’t help but steal another glance
before Destiny could completely cover herself, and Skylar couldn’t
blame the guy. “Well, I see everything is just fine here. I was
heading home.”
    Skylar
laughed, while Destiny wrapped herself with the dainty fabric. Then
she grabbed on to his shirt and tugged him inside, leaving the old
man standing there in the shadows.
    “Don’t laugh,”
she said, completely mortified, as she slid the lock into place.
“Now I’m going to have every man in the building checking up on
me.”
    Skylar laughed
again, then grew fiercely jealous at the thought, as he collected
her in his arms. “Why weren’t you answering my calls?”
    “I guess I
left my phone on vibrate. Is it that time already?” She picked up
her phone and waited for the date to flash on the screen. “I wasn’t
expecting you for another hour.”
    She placed the
phone on the table next to the couch and looked up at him. She
looked so small and innocent, but he knew she was a naughty girl
underneath all that pale blonde hair and baby soft skin. It was the
way she made him feel, in the psychological department, that
shocked him most.
    “I needed to
know that you were okay.”
    He wanted to
say things that he hadn’t ever said to another woman, other than
his mother. He had kept his mouth shut this long, for fear that
he’d scare her out of her wits and send her running back to her
hometown. But the urge to tell her was growing impatient and so was
he.
    Destiny hadn’t
even come close to saying those words, keeping her love locked
down. But he knew there was something there and that he owned the
key. He needed only to ask for it, if he wanted her to let him
in.
    Answering to
the other way she made him feel, he slid his hands over her silky
hips and skimmed them under her robe, where he clutched onto her
thighs and pulled her against him.
    Destiny smiled
and bit into that soft full lip of hers. “I was just getting ready
for you.”
    “Mmm. You were
thinking about me, were you?”
    Destiny
smirked this time and it left his gut flipping its lid. “I may have
been.”
    “Did you touch
yourself?”
    She stepped
away from him and walked away, flaunting her long slim legs.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

    Destiny loved
the way she could make this massive man squirm. Watching Skylar had
become one of her favorite past times. As she walked away, she felt
his eyes searing her backside. She stopped, to taunt him some more.
When she turned around to face him, her robe slipped off her
leg.
    “Are you
coming in? Or are you just going to hang out at the door all
night?”
    “All night? I
thought I was taking you out?”
    Destiny
shrugged a shoulder and disappeared into her bedroom. “Or we can do
that.”
    Skylar had
kicked off his boots and followed her into the bedroom within
seconds.
    Destiny had
already dropped herself back onto the bed, and let loose the ties
on her robe. “If you’re ready for dinner, I can get dressed.” She
twirled the silky belt around her finger, and she knew exactly what
it was doing to him.
    Skylar crossed
the floor and was on top of her before she could blink her eyes.
“Not a chance,” he growled, as he unwrapped her from her scanty
robe.
    His lips
trailed across her chest and down her stomach. He caressed her body
with soft, wet kisses, skimming her core and locking onto her hips,
making her insides flutter.
    “I love…” he
voiced, with pause. “…the way your body responds to me.”
    Destiny’s eyes
burst open and she stared at the ceiling recognizing the depth in
his meaningful growl. She wasn’t thinking of the lust that had
always been there, coursing through her veins, but the emotions
that had gone along with it. Tiny white bumps crept across her
sweltering skin, while she wondered what he was thinking.
    Hearing the
word