BlueMoon Goddess: Alright, here is the brand new InuYasha fic I was mentioning! I had this planned at first as an Inuyasha x Kagome fic. However after getting reacquainted with Kenshin x Kaoru fics I was going to make this story that. HOWEVER I'm not that familiar and haven't read Kenshin x Kaoru fics in a while (not a lot of people really update that much for them anymore) and used to most of the characters. So I decided to keep my original plan and use Kagome and Inuyasha. I know I have other stories that still need to be finished, (*cough*Inevitable Impulse*cough*) but not to worry, I started getting my brain out of writers block and started writing, which I should have up soon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of the story and happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, its characters, or 'Quade's Babies' by Brenda Jackson which this story is based on.

Summary: Inuyasha's one-night affair with Kagome leaves him bewitched, but he never even learned her last name. Almost eleven months later, driven by one incriminating photo, he finally tracks her down. And discovers two little babies who look just like him.

Inuyasha felt hot, edgy and he couldn't sleep.

Muttering a curse, he eased out of bed and looked around the hotel room. He wondered if the bar downstairs was still open. He could definitely use a drink to take the edge off. For some reason this place and sleeping alone in this bed was reminding him just how long it had been since he'd had gotten laid. Way too long.

Instead of getting a drink, he decided to take a walk on the beach. He eased into a pair of jeans and pulled a t-shirt over his head. After sliding his feet into a pair of sandals he checked the clock on the nightstand. It was almost one in the morning. He left his room, closing the door shut behind him.

Within no time at all Inuyasha had caught the designated elevator, the one that would take him six levels down to a patio that led to the beach. Most of the hotel was empty, the majority of the rooms were already reserved for other business CEO's, presidents or representatives for whatever company they worked for this business retreat, if you can call it that. Every year they will hold business conventions within a different state or country for those who like to travel, and throughout the convention CEO's and other higher-ups would connect to with other companies and make deals with them. And this time Inuyasha was dragged to attend this year. The convention would last three days and he would be in meetings nonstop the entire time.

He inhaled deeply as the scent of the ocean filled his nostrils and after taking a few steps his sandals hit the soft sand, making him feel as if he was walking on marshmallows. Sharm el-Sheikh was a beautiful place, a developed tourist resort on the Sinai Peninsula that catered to the rich and famous. Even in the moonlight, Inuyasha could make out the large five-star hotels that dotted the shoreline. A number of people from the convention and fellow colleagues had made plans to hang around after the convention was over to relax and unwind. Unfortunately, Inuyasha wouldn't be one of them. He had more business to attend too when he got back to the states and the sooner he finished these meetings the better.

He had been walking near the shoreline for a few moments when suddenly he felt an intense yearning in the pit of his stomach, an incredible ache that ran through his body. He stopped walking as his gaze took in the stretch of beach in his path. It was dark and he could barely see because a haze had covered the earth in front of him, some sort of low-hanging cloud. He took a cautious glance around him as the ache got more profound. And then seconds later, a woman appeared out of the mist.

She was absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He blinked to make sure his mind and his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. His gaze traveled down the length of her body, taking in her white linen pant suit and the long mass of dark, luxurious long hair that flowed recklessly around her shoulders and cascaded around her face. He felt his body respond to her presence. He tried to get his breathing back to normal while at the same time wondering what was going on with him. Why was he reacting to her this way?

She had seen him at the same time he had seen her and he watched her reaction. By the look in her dark eyes, she was feeling whatever it was that he was feeling. It had her in the same intense sexual grip. Inuyasha could sense it. Just like he could sense the pull he felt toward her, specifically her mouth. She had the kind of lips that made you want to do naughty things to them, lick them, taste them forever. They had a shape just for kissing and were the kind that any man's tongue would want to wet and tease.

"You're out rather late aren't you?" He heard himself asking, feeling the need to say something before he was forced to do something he would later regret. He was known as a man with ironclad control, but you wouldn't know it now. He was being reduced to melted steel.

"I could say the same for you." She said. The sound of her voice was soft and seductive. But he had a feeling it wasn't intentionally so. It probably couldn't be helped since it went with the rest of the alluring package she presented. Was she someone he should know, a movie star perhaps?

"I couldn't sleep." She said.

Then he saw the lift of her shoulders and noted the way the soft material of her blouse draped around them, showing a nice cleavage with uplifted and firm breasts pressing against her blouse. He also saw her smile and his stomach clenched and his throat tightened.

"Some nights aren't meant for sleeping. This could be one of them." She said, her voice stirring the unbridled lust that was flowing through his veins.

Her response made him consider the possibility that she could very well be coming on to him. If she was, then she had done so at a time when he was ripe for the picking. Normally, he didn't pick up women, no matter how tempting they were. He had a list of his usual partners back in New York who knew the score. He didn't have time for serious relationships and the women he bedded knew it and accepted it. There wasn't a woman alive who could make a claim for Inuyasha Takahashi, in no shape, form or fashion.

Inuyasha sighed ruefully, wondering how she would handle the question he was about to ask her. "I'm Inuyasha. Would you like to go up to my room for a drink?"

She took a step closer, stared at him as if studying the outline of his face in the moonlight. And then her gaze shifted and scanned the full length of his body and the dark gaze that finally slid back to his eyes nearly took his breath away for the second time that night.

"And I'm Kagome." She finally said, offering him her hand. "And I would love joining you for a drink."

The moment their hands touched, Inuyasha felt it all the way to his toes. His eyebrows snapped together in confusion and he wondered why he was behaving like a man desperate to get laid. A man without any control or willpower. A man whose needs were being exposed. And frankly he didn't care too much for the thought of being that way. He needed to take a step back or knock some sense into his head.

Instead, still holding her hand, he leaned closer to her, inhaled her scent. "Let's go now." He said, hoping and praying she wouldn't change her mind. "I'm staying at the Hyatt Regency." He added as they moved in the direction of his hotel.

He held her hand as she walked beside him. At first they said nothing and then she said. "This isn't common behavior for me."

Inuyasha glanced over at her. "What is it?" He asked, deciding to pretend he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Following any man this way."

He slowed his pace. "Then why are you now?"

He studied her features, saw the confusion in her eyes and knew she was just as baffled as to what was taking place between them as he was. "I don't know. I just feel this strange connection between us. It's like I know you when I really don't. For God's sake, I just met you barely five minutes ago."

"I understand." He said, and really, he did. He actually understood because he felt the same way, although he hadn't a clue as to why. And for the moment maybe it was just as well. All he knew was that he wanted her in a way he'd never wanted another woman. It seemed his level-headed nature was being placed on the back burner, falling victim to a need he couldn't describe. It was a need that was taking over his senses.

"And what brings you to Egypt?"

He glanced over at him. "Mainly business. What about you?"

She met his gaze. Held it. "Business as well."

Inuyasha wasn't sure if she was telling the truth and a part of him figured she wasn't. However he wouldn't lose any sleep over the fact that she wanted to keep secrets.

Suddenly it dawned on him that there was one question that he had to ask her. He stopped walking and she automatically stopped beside him and met his gaze with questions in her eyes.

"I see you aren't wearing a ring, but nowadays that doesn't mean anything, so I think I should ask anyway just to be sure. Are you married?"

There was something about the look that appeared on her face that let him know what her response would he even before she spoke. "No, I'm not married. Are you?"

"No."

Kagome nodded and he knew at that moment that she believed him. It was hard to accept that she could trust him so easily when he always found trusting others outside of his family and inner circle of friends nearly impossible. Inuyasha saw that the patio where the elevator was located was only a few feet away. He glanced out at the ocean and knew she followed his gaze. There was a soft breeze flowing, a seductive breeze and there was something about how the waves were hitting against the shore that was blatantly sensual.

He looked back at her and felt a frisson of heat flowing through his veins. Her hands, the one he was still holding, felt warm. He gave her features a good assessment, letting his gaze scan her face in detail. They were now standing in a lit area and he could see more of her. Everything. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, high cheekbones and mussed hair made her look even sexier. Then there were those dark eyes that returned his gaze, while acting as a magnetic force, pulling him in as he continued to look at her in silent consideration. She was younger that he originally thought. "How old are you?" He heard himself ask.

Inuyasha could tell she hadn't liked his question and watched as she squared her shoulders. "I'm twenty-eight. How old are you?"

He continued to hold her gaze and felt the smile that played around his mouth when he said. "Thirty-one."

She nodded. "That's a nice age."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "In terms of what?"

"In terms of being a man who knows what he wants."

She was so right. In fact, he wanted to make her aware of just how right she was. Deciding it was time to be serious, he tightened his hold on her hand and gently pulled her closer, pressing her soft body against the hardness of his. He wanted her to feel just what she did to him. Just how much he wanted her. How aroused he was, and he knew the exact moment she did know. Inuyasha saw the glint of full awareness in her gaze and watched her nervously lick her lips with the tip of her tongue. He was suddenly hit with an urge to kiss her, to taste her lips.

He lowered his head and like a magnet, her lips were pulled toward his. Then slowly their mouths connected and the moment they did, so did a deep throb of intense hunger and desire shot to every part of his body. That iron-clad will that he was known for slowly began dissolving as he took hold of her tongue and began matting with it, deepening the kiss, hungrily tasting every area of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. He heard her moan and likewise, he moaned too. He couldn't break the kiss, couldn't stop his mouth from devouring her in a way he had never done any woman. It was as if the taste of her was something he needed, an element he had to have. And it didn't help matters that she was so responsive. Passionate…desirable.

Although Inuyasha could've stood there and kissed her forever, he knew more than anything that he wanted to escalate things to the next level. His mind was filled with the thought of pure pleasure. His body was attuned to the need for sex. But then he also felt something else, something he couldn't put a name to that made a warning to be cautious that clamored through his head more profound. But it wasn't any match for the feelings of need overtaking him.

Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth free and watched as Kagome inhaled a deep, shaky breath. He watched further as she closed her eyes as if fighting for composure, some semblance of poise and control. He wanted none of that.

"Are you sure you want to go inside with me?" Inuyasha asked, when she reopened her eyes. He released her hand, needing her to be certain. He knew what would happen once they got to his room.

He held her eyes and in a way, almost dared her to break the contact. She didn't. Instead she reached up and looped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth within a heated breath of his.

"Yes." Kagome said after a moment while holding tight to his gaze. "Yes, I'm sure." And then leaning up on tiptoe, she joined mouths once again.

Inuyasha pulled Kagome into his arms the moment they entered his hotel room and closed the door behind them, locking it. He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside while tangling his hand in her hair to kiss her deeply, even more so than those other two kisses they had shared on the beach.

She eagerly returned the kiss, thinking he was very proficient. He had a skill that almost brought her to her knees. When she was convinced she would melt in his arms, he broke off the kiss, took a step back and with his gaze holding steadfast to hers, Inuyasha eased down the zipper to his jeans. She watched him remove them, treating her to a strip show, the likes of which she had never seen before. He removed every piece of clothing except for a pair of red boxers. Sexy was too mild a word to describe how he looked at that moment. Tempting wouldn't even do justice.

When he eased his boxers down to his legs, that part of him that had been straining against them sprang free, making her eyes widen to see its size. Kagome swallowed as she stared at him entranced. Never before had any man looked more beautiful, so stunning, so blood-thickening gorgeous. He didn't seem to have a problem standing there naked and fully aroused in front of her.

"Now for your clothes." He said, making her fully aware of what he expected her to do. In fact, he backed up a few more steps to sit on the edge of the bed to watch. The way he stared at her made her nervous, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was the type of nervousness that intensified the nerve endings in her body and made her even more aware of him as a man. Because of her profession she was used to getting in and out of her clothes rather quickly, but never had she done so for an audience or more specifically, for one man. The thought of doing so for him sent an unexplainable thrill of excitement through her.

Feeling bold, brazen and downright hot, she held his gaze while taking off her blouse and heard his sharp intake of breath and watched his eyes darken when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. She had been complimented on the shape and size of her breasts many times, especially by other models. They were the kind of breasts that women tried to imitate with enhancements. She was proud hers were natural.

Kagome kicked off her sandals and then slithered out of her pants, working them down her thighs, knowing that he was watching her every move. She was left with one remaining piece, her underwear, a barely there thong that didn't leave anything to his imagination. Everything was basically there, exposed, right before his eyes and for some reason she didn't feel uncomfortable when his gaze shifted to latch on to her feminine core with an intensity that heated her skin all over.

"C'mere, Kagome."

He said her name with a huskiness that she felt all the way to the bones and the look in his eyes made her realize even more so just how much he wanted her and how much she wanted him. Her feminine side longed for a connection with him in the most intimate way.

A sexy smile touched his lips as he held his hand out to her. On bare feet she slowly crossed the room and he widened his legs so that she could stand between them. He then pulled her close to bury his face in her chest, right in the center of her breasts and inhaled her scent. And then she felt it, the wet flick of the tip of his tongue against her nipple. She felt the heat of desire when he closed his mouth over it, latching on to it and sucking it like a newborn baby. A ripple of sensations tore into her, hot and intense she automatically reached out and caught hold of his shoulders to keep from falling.

The greedy way his mouth was devouring her breasts made her throw her head back and release the breath she'd been holding. He continued to suck on her nipple with an intensity that made all kinds of pleasure points gather in the area between her legs. She felt herself getting wet in the center and just when she thought she couldn't handle any more, she felt his hand lower to that area. And when he touched her there, heat radiated from deep inside as he stroked her.

Her legs parted wider for him giving him access to anything and everything he wanted and his fingers entered her and began to explore her sensitive flesh. He first stroked with mild, featherlike caresses to get her comfortable with the invasion, and then with heated strokes that elicited groans of pleasure from her.

Nothing or no man had ever made her feel this way before. Her entire body felt achy with need, and if anyone had told her she would be in the hotel room with a man she had just met on the beach, she would never have believed them. Kagome knew, given her profession, most people would find it hard to believe that when it came to sex she barely had any experience. There was that one guy in college and another she had fancied herself in love with while working in Los Angeles as a fashion editor. But when it came to the bedroom, neither had known a thing about sharing. It had been all about them fulfilling their own selfish needs.

Inuyasha was the first man she had been intimate with in four years. It hadn't been a conscious effort on her part to abstain. Things had just worked out that way. But this was different. She had been intensely attracted to him from the start, so intensely attracted that she could see herself having sex with him right there on the beach if he had wanted it that way.

Suddenly he pulled back, removed his hand from inside her and she felt an immediate sense of loss. She met his gaze, stared as deeply into his eyes as he was staring into hers and watched as he was staring into hers and watched as he inserted the finger that had been inside of her into his mouth, licking it like it was a lollipop of his favorite flavor and letting her know how much he was savoring her taste. Seeing what he was doing made the muscles between her legs clench, stoked her desires into a feverish heat.

He stood and she felt herself being lifted into his arms and placed on the bed. He leaned over and caught his hand in the waistband of her panties and then slowly eased it down her legs. Instead of tossing it aside he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, as if he needed to know her intimate scent. She was at a loss to do anything, but stare at him. And while she lay there naked, her entire body exposed before his eyes, for his pleasure, he moved his hand upward from the bottom of her feet, then pausing at her center, zeroing in on her feminine mound as if the sight of it fascinated him. Kagome's breath caught when Inuyasha began stroking between her legs before sliding another finger inside her again, testing her wetness, making her moan out loud.

"Inuyasha." She said his name, a deep moan from her mouth. "I need you." And at that point she did. Every cell in her body was vibrating with that need.

"I'm going to take care of you, I promise." He said while he continued to stroke her, building tension inside her. "But if I don't taste you now I'm going to go insane."

She caught her breath, almost held it when he slid down on the bed and placed a warm kiss on her stomach before arranging her legs over his shoulder, bringing him face-to-face with her womanhood. He was so close she could feel his heated breath on the swollen lips of her femininity. She closed her eyes and let out a deep groan the moment she felt his heated tongue on her flesh and then he pushed that tongue deeper inside her and began moving it around in firm, hard strokes, pushing in deeper, withdrawing then inserting it back in deeper and deeper again, over and over.

Kagome soon discovered he was methodical and intense with his kisses no matter where he placed them. Holding tight to her hips with his mouth locked on her, he was using his tongue in ways she didn't know it could be used, taking it places she hadn't known it could go and giving her the most intimate French kiss possible while greedily feasting on her. She screamed when a climax hit with the intensity of a train derailment. She felt her body break into tiny pieces filling her with a degree of pleasure she had never felt in her life.

She felt Inuyasha leave her momentarily, watched through a heated gaze as he reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a condom. She watched him sheath himself before rejoining her on the bed and settling between her trembling thighs where the aftershocks of a gigantic orgasm still lingered. He leaned down and kissed her and she could taste the essence of herself on his lips. And then she felt him, the head of his hard and thick manhood pressing at her wet center. She craved the contact, was almost desperate for the connection and was consumed with an abundance of heat that was generated by his desire for her and hers for him. He was building a need within her, one that made her feminine core throb. And as if he felt her need, he pulled back from the kiss, met her gaze to see her expression and reacted when he slowly began entering her.

Their gazes continued to hold, stayed connected as he began penetrating her deep, stretching her wide, filling her with the very essence of him. She was extremely tight and for a moment she read the question in his eyes and decided to respond before he could ask.

"No. It's just been a long time for me." Kagome explained. She hoped her words had sufficiently removed any inkling that she was a virgin.

"Then tonight we'll make up for lost time." Inuyasha said huskily, slowly pressing deeper inside her, filling her to capacity. "We're perfect together." He said, and it was then that Kagome realized just how deeply embedded inside her he was. All the way to the hilt. Their bodies were joined as tightly as any two bodies could be. They just lay there, him on top of her, inside her, while they stared at each other, taking in just what that moment meant and contemplating what would be the next move.

"I'm going slow to make it last." He whispered just seconds before he began moving. Flexing his hips, he ground his hard masculine thighs against hers for deeper penetration with each stroke into her, lifting her hips up with the palm of his hands and locking her to him to fill her even deeper.

Inuyasha started off with slow, even strokes, just like he said he would do. Then the tempo changed, the rhythm was switched and he began riding her faster and with more intensity, with an even deeper penetration. He threw his head back and a guttural groan escaped from deep within his throat. Kagome's body was in tune with his, with every stroke she felt sensations filling her, taking her over, setting off another explosion inside of her.

She sank her nails into his shoulders, screamed his name when everything was ripped out of her, igniting every nerve ending single cell. She could feel every strand of hair on her head, every intimate muscle clench him, pulling everything out of him as he kept going, thrusting into her with an intensity that brought on another climax. She screamed his name again at the same time he screamed hers and she felt him shudder inside of her, actually felt the condom expand under the weight of his release.

It took a while for the sensations to begin to fade. Inuyasha leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting his tongue back and forth into her mouth the same way he had done to her feminine core earlier and making her come again just that easy. Never in her life had she enjoyed such pleasure, such deep, piercing satisfaction.

Moments later after he released her mouth she pulled in another breath as she felt limp, lifeless, completely satiated. And then Inuyasha lifted up slightly, raised his head to meet her gaze. At that moment something touched her deep. Then he slowly lowered his head as his fingers caressed her cheek and seconds later he was kissing her again, a lot gentler this time, while whispering that he hadn't gotten enough and wanted more.

Kagome couldn't help but inwardly admit that she hadn't gotten enough and wanted him again as well. She could tell from the feel of him getting hard inside her all over again that what they shared was only the beginning.