So here is chapter 2! Thanks so much to Tnlizzie for the wonderful beta. Thanks to all for the reviews. I never understood why authors begged for feedback but now I know! It's worse than a crack habit (or so I hear). This is a very transitional chapter so bear with me. I will bring it back around more to the original semi- plot in the 3rd (final?) chapter (which is almost finished!). This is really just smutty PWP with, what I hope is, good characterization!

They arrived back at Cal's home and he immediately set about rattling pans in the kitchen and taking out plates and silverware.

"Would it be too much to ask to use your shower while you make dinner?" she asked.

"Not at all love," he said, walking over and kissing her gently. "Make yourself at home darling, towels are under the sink. Be sure to think of me while you're away, and make sure it's dirty." The last part had a playful tone to it. Usually his inability to take anything seriously infuriated her but she found she was enjoying this aspect of Cal's boyish nature.

She made her way to his bathroom, grabbing a fluffy blue towel and a washcloth from under the sink. She discarded her clothing, relishing the scent of their earlier lovemaking that lingered on her clothes and her body. She almost hated to wash him off of her but she was feeling a bit…sticky.

She let the warm water wash over her and turned to see what her soap options were. She knew Cal was an Irish Spring man but she was pleasantly surprised to find a bottle of rosemary-mint body wash on the shelf next to his shampoo.

She spread the gel onto the washcloth enjoying the clean smell and began washing up. When she reached between her legs she noticed that she felt just slightly sore, but not in a wholly unpleasant way. She also noticed with a small gasp that the rosemary mint body wash left her feeling rather….tingly down there, definitely NOT in an unpleasant way.

She reached down and stroked herself a few times, still feeling a heightened sensitivity from earlier. She toyed with the idea of spending a few moments getting herself off in Cal's bathroom but she sighed and rinsed herself instead, more eager to feel the pleasure Cal's body created with her own.

She allowed the warm water to flow over her, giving her mind the freedom to wander over the events of the last few hours. She should be over-thinking this. She should be wondering what in the hell she was doing naked in Cal's shower.

Instead all she could think about was why she hadn't done this months ago.

She had spent years imagining that there was some line between them, some imaginary boundary that kept the professional from being personal. She realized now that just because this was the first time they had physically crossed the line, they had been tangled together above the sheets for so long she didn't know how to separate from him. Now that she had finally made the decision to let their physical relationship take a natural course, it was like the jagged edges of a puzzle fitting together in her mind as well as her body. This felt so perfectly natural she now regretted all the time she had wasted, all the time she had fought against her desire. She knew that sleeping with Cal wouldn't suddenly turn him into a different man. He would still infuriate her, push her, take unnecessary risks, ignore the mundane necessities of being in business together, and above all, still believe that he didn't deserve her. She couldn't change him and she realized she didn't really want to.

She exited the shower, wrapped a towel around herself and looked at her clothing in a pile on the floor. She didn't really feel like putting her bra and skirt back on, so instead she padded into Cal's bedroom and pulled a t-shirt and pajama pants from a dresser drawer. After 8 years, there were many times she had retrieved clothing for Cal from his home for various reason (Not the least of which was bailing him out of the drunk tank one memorable St. Patrick's Day) and she knew her way around.

Once dressed, she slipped down the stairs and was assaulted by the spicy smells wafting from the kitchen. Cal stood at the stove wearing his frilly apron. It always amazed her how he could look just as much at home in the kitchen as he did cavorting with hooligans in the gutter. He held a spoon to his lips tasting a vaguely orange substance from a simmering saucepan and looked up as she approached.

"So?" she inquired as he put the spoon back in the pan.

"Bloody delicious love," he said as he turned to grab a pot of spice from the counter behind him. "And the curry's not bad either" he shot over his shoulder.

"Good because I'm positively ravenous" she grinned.

He walked around to her, pinning her against the counter and kissed her gently. She relaxed against him as he placed his hands on either side of her face, stroking her hair softly with his thumbs as she opened to him, enjoying the gentle exploration that had been absent in their hurried passion earlier. She tasted spice and the slightly bitter tang of the beer she had seen open on the counter. She nipped at his bottom lip causing him to draw breath as he deepened the kiss. His tongue softly stroked against hers before he ended the kiss, sighing softly as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Ravishing more like," he said, kissing her brow, pushing himself off the counter and getting back to the cooking.

"Well, it smells delicious, I can't wait."

"Not as delicious as you I bet, but it should do the job," he said, turning off the burner and grabbing two plates before dishing up plentiful helpings of rice and what she hoped was chicken curry for both of them. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and they both took stools at the kitchen counter, eating in companionable silence for a few moments.

"So," he said, taking a drag from his beer, "I see you've raided my wardrobe. Did you borrow my knickers too then love"? He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She sipped slowly at her own beer. "Well, I was going to, but I couldn't find the right fit so I just went without," she said, meeting his gaze. Now that her hunger for food had been appeased, she felt her hunger for him growing again somewhere below her stomach.

"Interesting," he said sitting back with a bit with an impish grin.

"What?" she said suspiciously.

"Well, it's just that I've seen you look at me exactly like that hundreds of times. If I'd known what it really meant I'd have been putty in your hands".

"And exactly how am I looking at you Dr. Lightman?" she said playfully.

"Like you're wishing I would push you down on the floor and do naughty, naughty things between your thighs, love," he said in a voice dripping with arousal as he leaned toward her again.

She couldn't help it, she felt the blush rising in her cheeks and spreading. Suddenly she couldn't meet his eyes. She looked at the stove, she looked at the counter, she looked at the floor and finally back at him. She realized she was going to have to learn not to melt under the fiery intensity of his gaze when he looked at her like he could see right through her clothing.

Before she had time to think, he launched himself at her, capturing her face between his palms. He kissed her deeply as his hands moved from her face to the back of her neck, not allowing her to withdraw from the crushing intensity of his embrace.

Her hands roamed his back freely, raking his skin through his shirt as his hands moved lower, stroking and then cupping the rounded perfection of her ass, guiding her hips toward him. He spun her around pressing her into the countertop. Just when she thought he really was going to drop them to the kitchen floor, the pressure of his lips on hers eased.

He brushed her lips with his and their heated breath mingled. His tongue reached out lightly and ever so slightly flicked her bottom lip causing her breath to catch. She caught his lower lip between hers, exerting just the slightest pressure with her teeth. She kept her lips slightly slack and took control of the kiss, feeding him back all the passion and heat from before but in the form of a slowly smoldering flame that quickly warmed them both.

She felt him growing hard against her thigh and she reached around to the front of his jeans, cupping his erection in the palm of her hand. He pushed his hips against her, groaning softly against her lips. She continued to work her mouth against his, teasing and tasting as she taught him how she liked to be kissed.

His hands reached for the hem of her sweatshirt, lifting the material to stoke the smooth skin at the small of her back.

She began to work on the buttons of his fly, slowly releasing one, then two of the stubborn buttons. She reached a hand into his jeans, releasing his straining erection into her grasp. She trailed her fingertips lightly over his length from top to bottom before grasping him with both hands, pumping slowly.

Cal's hands fisted at her lower back and he gasped. His hands quickly came around, grasping her hands in his to still her movements. "I love the way your mind works, love, but I made a promise earlier and I intend to keep it," he growled in a low voice that left no room for argument.

"And which promise was that?" she asked knowingly, feeling a fiery heat course right through her now pulsating sex.

"Oh, I think you remember, love," he said, planting a string of light kisses against her collar bone. "In fact, I intend to make sure that you never…"he kissed the pulse of her neck, "ever…"his teeth grabbed her tender lobe, pulling it into his mouth, "forget," he hummed into her ear. Shivers raced up and down her spine.

Suddenly he pulled her away from the counter and, with his palm at the small of her back, guided her firmly up the stairs. They had no sooner crossed the threshold of his bedroom when she turned to him and began tearing at his clothes. She was suddenly thankful for the fact that he shunned button-downs as she pushed his shirt up over his rib cage running her hands up his torso and arms before discarding the garment haphazardly onto the floor.

His mouth crashed down on hers as he divested her of the sweatshirt she had recently commandeered. His hands dipped into the loose waistband of the pajama pants she was wearing, firmly cupping her ass and pulling her to him as the garment pooled around her ankles.

She worked the last 2 buttons on his fly hurriedly before pushing his jeans down his thighs. For the first time they stood completely naked together, bodies molding to each other in an attempt to be as close as possible. Now that she had had a taste of the pleasures his body had to offer her she was nearly desperate to feel him fill her once more.

He walked her backwards until she felt the softness of his bed behind her knees. Sinking downward she was dismayed when the weight of his body didn't accompany her and he took a step back gazing down at her.

"Cal?"

"Lie down on the bed, love".

"Is something…?"

"Listen Foster, I know you like to pick a fight but I said you were going to have to trust me. Just lie down on the bed". He gestured toward the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.

She gave him a quizzical look but did as he asked without further argument. She fought against a desire to cover herself as his eyes raked her naked body in the dim light. The air was chill after the heat of his body and her nipples were hard and swollen.

"My God, you're gorgeous Gill. My dreams could never do you justice."

She felt a flush spread over her body.

"So you like to play games, love? Well, I have a game for you." He said as he climbed on the bed slowly approaching her. He gently stroked her ankles and ran his hands up her long legs stopping mid-thigh before he shifted, kneeling beside her hip as he slanted himself over her. He hardly made any contact with her torso as he leaned in kissing her deeply. His hands ran up her arms before pinning them above her head.

He pulled away from her, his face hovering inches from hers as he looked in her eyes. "Do you trust me Gillian?" he said in a low voice, searching her eyes.

"Cal what are you…?" she tried.

"Do you trust me?" he interrupted, leaving no question that he expected her to answer.

She hesitated, looking into his eyes. "I trust you," she whispered.

"Good," he said simply. "I'm going to touch you."

"But I want you to..." she smiled.

He interrupted her again holding up a finger between them. "I'm going to touch you but you can't touch me," he said slowly.

"What?" she asked confused.

"It's very simple, love. I'm not going to tie you up; I'm not going to hold you down. I'm simply telling you that I intend to explore this beautiful body of yours and pleasure you in about a hundred different ways and while I'm doing that I want you to keep your hands right here. No touching. In fact if you do touch me, I'll stop," he said matter-of-factly.

"You'll stop?" she asked incredulously.

"I'll stop. For tonight at least and we'll both have to take cold showers, so trust me when I tell you I'm putting a lot of faith in your ability to keep your hands off of me, at least until I tell you the games over".

She bit her lip as her heart skipped a beat. "Okay, Cal," she said and her voice was like a slip of silk in the heavy air between them.

"Don't worry love, I'll give you a one warning handicap seeing as it's your first time." He drew her right arm down from above her head. She kept her arm slack, allowing him to move her as he desired. She closed her eyes as his lips gently grazed the inside of her wrist, his tongue darting out to taste her there before he softly blew against her pulse, causing her to shiver. He blew warm breath against her palm, tracing the lines of her hand with his finger before mimicking the motion with his tongue. He kissed her palm, and then extended two of her fingers, stroking them softly against his swollen lips.

She fisted her hand in the pillows above her when he inserted her fingers into the warm wetness of his mouth, gently sucking and running his tongue slowly up the cleft between them. She sighed as he withdrew her fingers and planted a string of slow kisses up the inside of her arm as he re-secured it above her head.

He positioned himself along side of her, resting on an elbow as he continued to explore her body with his lips, eyes, teeth and hands. As he kissed along her jaw and down her throat, his hand trailed slowly from her waist and up her rib cage to softly graze the side of her breast.

Warm liquid heat began to pool below her belly and she felt Cal's breath on her cheek the moment before his teeth kneaded her earlobe, drawing the sensitive fold of skin into his mouth and suckling. Simultaneously his hand cupped her left breast, weighing her in the palm of his hand before his thumb stroked her nipple rousing it into a taut peak which he then gently flicked several times, causing her to moan softly.

He shifted again, moving lower as he dipped his tongue into the indent of her throat tasting her skin. His lips roamed across her clavicle, moving back to center to lap and kiss his way down her sternum. He used his lips and tongue to taste the underside of each breast and she fought to still her hands when she wanted to reach for him and guide him to her aching nipples. Instead he nipped and sucked his way around the outside of her right breast in ever smaller circles.

Finally, when she thought he would never stop torturing her, he abruptly drew the hardened nub between his teeth, sucking hard and causing her to gasp and convulse beneath him. She pressed up into the delightful sensation as his other hand continued to knead her left breast.

He continued his journey down her body, ghosting a series of kisses and caresses down her sides and abdomen until he came to her hip flexors where his tongue trailed a moist path toward the apex of her thighs which was mimicked by a gentle brush of his thumb on her other side.

She clasped her hands together above her head, nails digging into her own flesh as she fought her desire to reach for him. A small, mewling whimper escaped her as his hands spread her thighs, stroking lazy circles toward her core.

He positioned himself between her thighs, on his stomach, palms on either side of her hips as he kept his weight off of her. She writhed beneath him as he flicked his tongue along a line below her belly.

"I see someone's recently been to Brazil," he said in an amused tone, briefly breaking the building tension.

"I..."she began. But he didn't give her a chance to form a response. With no warning she felt his tongue, flattened against her clit, vibrating back and forth.

"Cal!" she cried out, her upper body coming up off of the bed in shock at the pleasurable sensations exploding in her sex.

"Just call me Jimmy, love." He smirked, before resuming his oral attentions.

He licked along her folds before she felt his tongue burrow inside of her, tasting her as he opened his mouth wide against her.

She was wishing more and more every moment that he had actually tied her up. It took all the strength she had to keep her hands from reaching out to him. She longed to dig her nails into his shoulders and back; to rake her fingers through his hair as he pleasured her. Instead she clasped her hands tighter, fearing that she might be leaving permanent marks in her own skin.

One of his hands stroked her thigh, nudging her open even more as his tongue withdrew to draw circles around her clit. A long finger replaced it, crooking inside of her and causing her hips to buck against him.

And so it went, he sucked and nipped at her clit using his tongue, teeth and lips to pleasure her while his fingers inside of her pressed into just the right spot, over and over again until she was shaking. Her body was rigid with the need for release and the fight for control of her hands and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She heard herself moaning and crying out, his name a plea on her lips over and over again as he took her just to the edge and then stilled, waiting for her to relax just slightly before he resumed his assault.

Her legs trembled and a tear trailed down her cheek as he took her closer and closer to release once more.

This time she took control, thrusting her hips up into his mouth when she just couldn't take it anymore, and finally feeling release pour through her body in wave after wave. Her whole body trembled as Cal's tongue continued to stroke her gently until the strongest tremors of her orgasm passed.

Before her body went slack and she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt him move quickly up the bed, covering her as he buried his face in her neck. "Touch me Gillian," he said in a voice throbbing with desire.

She needed no further invitation. Arms that ached for him wrapped around his back and neck, pulling him close as he lifted his head slightly.

His lips crashed down on hers and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue as his cock thrust hard into her, stoking the fire that hadn't had a chance to grow dim. She raised her legs and locked them around his lower back, drawing him in deep. He thrust into her slow but deep, their bodies colliding with hard flat sounds as he drove her quickly toward another peak. She realized he was just as desperate for his own release as she had been a moment before. She ground her hips against him in a circular motion pushing herself over the precipice of a second orgasm as his body went rigid in response to the contractions of her inner muscles. He buried himself deeply inside of her one final time and he cried out softly, breath hitching as his own orgasm shook his body.

She delighted in the feel of his weight on her and she stroked his back and shoulders lightly and they both fought for breath, so relieved to be able to put her hands on him. Her arms felt so heavy and her legs felt like they might not support her if she tried to stand.

She felt him slip from her body, completely spent as he rolled them onto their sides, pulling a quilt from the bottom of the bed up to cover them as he wrapped his arms around her, draping a leg over hers and stroking her slightly damp hair from around her face.

"I'm impressed Foster, you played a good game," he said in a languid, slightly breathless tone.

"Next time I think I'd rather you just tied me up," she smiled lazily back at him.

"Already thinking about next time, eh? You're an insatiable sex kitten, you are. I, quite frankly, need a bit of a rest at the moment, love. You've bloody worn me out" he said with a heavy sigh.

"We can talk about next time. Right now I don't want to think about anything at all," she said as her eyelids drifted closed.

"Good girl," he said quietly, kissing her lightly before his own breathing grew even and heavy.

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