Part 23 (1/2)
”The reason that you're so upset?”
Deo looked down at Nita, her eyes too shuttered for Nita to read.
”I don't want to talk about it.”
Nita stood up. Deo was very close, just inches away. Her legs * 169 *
RADCLY fFE trembled and it was hard to catch a breath. ”We don't have to talk about it.” She skimmed Deo's forearm with her fi ngers. ”Perhaps with Pia. If you talk about it, a little bit, whenever you can, after a while it might not hurt so much.”
”There are better remedies,” Deo said darkly.
”Drinking only works for an hour or two, and the payback is h.e.l.l.”
Nita smiled tremulously as something raw and dangerous surfaced in Deo's eyes. A wave of heat engulfed her, and she made no move to escape.
”This works every time.” Deo grasped Nita by the shoulders and kissed her, pus.h.i.+ng her back until she was pressed against the wall with Deo's weight upon her.
Nita wrapped both arms around Deo's shoulders and opened to her, absorbing her hunger through every pore. Her body ignited and she moaned. Deo caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she delved inside her mouth and Nita shuddered. She wanted Deo inside, so badly she was ready to beg.
Fill me, I'm starving. So hungry. So empty.
Deo broke the kiss and buried her face in Nita's hair. ”Nita. I'm going crazy for you. It's nuts.”
”I know,” Nita gasped. ”Maybe we just need to burn it out of our systems.” She slid her hand down Deo's back and cupped Deo's a.s.s, pulling her hard into the vee between her legs. The jolt of pressure was exhilarating. ”I can't stop thinking of you inside me.”
Deo groaned. ”Let's go to my place. Now. If I don't touch you I'm going to end up punching walls.”
Nita grabbed Deo's hand and pressed it between her legs. ”Touch me now.”
”Nita,” Deo gasped. She kissed Nita's neck, her jaw, her mouth.
”We can't. Not here.”
”Just a second. Only take a second,” Nita urged, opening the waistband of her slacks. ”G.o.d, I need you.”
”Nita...wait.” Deo s.h.i.+vered, her lips against Nita's ear. ”I want more than a two minute f.u.c.k.”
Sylvia's voice sliced through her mind. Let me touch you, baby.
It'll only take a second. Let me make you come. You know I love a fast f.u.c.k.
”Oh my G.o.d,” Nita whispered. Sylvia pus.h.i.+ng her against the wall in the stairwell, her hand inside her scrubs, inside her, thrusting * 170 *
Winds of Fortune deep, fast, until she was coming, coming and crying and wanting more.
Sylvia taking her in a frenzy after they'd been forced to spend the evening pretending they were mere acquaintances. Sylvia had taught her that the hunger was all there was, and a moment's satisfaction was all she would ever have. ”My G.o.d, I can't do this again.”
Nita pulled away, needing to brace one arm against the wall to steady herself. She couldn't look at Deo. ”Please. Give me a minute.
Just...please go.”
”Not until you tell me what's wrong.”
”I can't.”
”Christ, you were just begging me to f.u.c.k you. What happened?”
”I came to my senses.”
Deo grit her teeth. She wanted to grab Nita and shake her, or kiss her until she went soft and hot in her arms again. ”Bulls.h.i.+t. What happened? Do what again? Is this about her?” When Nita didn't answer, Deo's head pounded with anger and the remnants of raging l.u.s.t. ”Jesus, what the f.u.c.k did she do to you?”
Nita shook her head. ”It wasn't her. It was me. I let her.”
”Let her do what? Teach you a minute was all you could have?”
”A minute is all I want.”
”f.u.c.k that. That was all she was willing to give you.” Deo cupped Nita's chin in her hand and forced Nita to look at her. ”I don't mind a quick, hard f.u.c.k. In fact, every time I see you that's exactly what I want.” She rubbed her thumb over Nita's mouth. ”But it's going to take more than that to burn you out of my head. All night, remember? That's the deal. That's what I want.”
”One night?” Nita whispered, closing her slacks with trembling hands.
Deo kissed her. Long enough and hard enough to bring back the need, then she eased away. ”That's what I said.”
Nita's body ached. Sylvia's face, her voice, the touch of her hands s.h.i.+mmered through her memory. When she met Deo's intense eyes, the heat seared the other images away. ”Touch me. Touch me so I know it's you.”
”I'll make sure you know who it is,” Deo murmured. Then she cupped Nita's face in her palms and kissed her again, slowly, deeply, tracing her forehead, her cheekbones, her jaw with the tips of her fi ngers. She caressed her until Nita relaxed against her body, her frenzy * 171 *
RADCLY fFE turned to yearning. ”That's better. Now remember that.”
Nita rested her cheek against Deo's shoulder as her heart pounded wildly against Deo's breast. ”I will.”
”Good. What time do you get off work tonight?”
”With luck, seven.”
”I'll be there.”
* 172 *
Winds of Fortune
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Nita pushed open the examining room door and smiled at Joey Torres, her heart lurching just a little at her fi rst glimpse of the dark eyes and rakish grin that were so like Deo's. She nodded to Pia, who leaned against one end of the examining table. ”Hi Joey. You must really rate, having your physical therapist come with you to get your sutures out.”
Pia ruffl ed Joey's hair. ”He's a big baby, and since my mother is tied up, I promised I'd come hold his hand.”