And... Last chapter ^^
So... In my previous story, someone (sorry I can't remember who and too lazy to check at the moment) mentioned something about 'protection' and I thought they were actually right so... I took that advice into account here ;)

Also a big thank you to someone who will recognize herself :)

Chapter 3

The ride up the elevator was the longest she had ever had, and she only lived on the third floor of her building. They both stood on different sides of the cabin, hands behind their backs. But what their hands weren't touching, their eyes were certainly devouring.

They had been carefully avoiding each other since they had left the bar, not daring even touch for a second, knowing the slightest contact would spark a devastating fire.
He had insisted on accompanying her back to her front door though, giving as a pretext his gentleman education.
Neither of them had been willing to address the huge elephant in the room, making the end of their otherwise enjoyable evening quite awkward.

When the elevator doors finally opened he gestured for her to exit first and followed her down the corridor, always one step behind.
She reached her door and inserted the key in the keyhole before turning around. Castle had stopped a few safe steps away from her and they now looked at each other wordlessly.

Finally, she broke their eye contact and rested her gaze on her hands.

"Well Castle... I...Hmm... I guess you paid your debt now."

Not quite what she had meant to say. Not what he had hoped to hear.

"I guess so."

He started staring at her hands as well as they played together as a sign of nervousness.

"I..." she looked up only to see he wasn't looking at her anymore and decided to set her eyes on her hands again "I had a good time tonight."

They both looked up at the same time at her words. The smile he had on his face told her this was more what he had hoped to hear and her own smile showed this was more what she had meant to say.

"So..." she put one hand on her doorknob "Good night Castle" she added extending the other hand to him.

The second he took it in his, he knew there was no going back.

His eyes set on hers, he shifted closer to her, neither of them claiming their hand back. He kept moving closer and she stepped back until she felt the wooden door hit her back.
His other hand came to rest on her one on her doorknob and he took it in his.
He brought it to his face and kissed her palm. The sensation of his lips against her skin made her shiver to the core and she almost closed her eyes in pleasure.
He then placed her hand on his chest, and she felt his heart beat to the same crazy rhythm as hers.

For a brief second she wondered why she wasn't moving, why she was letting him take control over her, and then she realized she wasn't 'letting' him, she just couldn't help it. He oozed so much confidence and strength, she had never seen him like this and she was undoubtedly turned on by it.

"I want to kiss you."

His words took her out of her thoughts. His voice was like a whisper, but confident, strong. He wasn't asking permission but stating a fact, warning her maybe in case she felt like pushing him away.

He leaned down to her and when she tilted her head back unconsciously she realized her body had taken control over her thoughts and she was now powerless.

His lips brushed against hers and she felt her knees go weak, grateful for the door behind her. He lingered there for a moment not touching her but so close it was killing her. It was killing her so much in fact that she was the one who moved her head to bring her lips in contact with his again, needing to feel him, to taste him. She was sure she felt him smile when she slid her tongue against his lower lip.

As soon as their tongues got acquainted, the sweet, slow kiss turned hot and passionate. Their tongues explored, fought, tasted, their hands started roaming freely over his chest, her back, his neck, her arms, his hair, her hips...

Never breaking away from his mouth except to take the occasional short breath of air, she put a hand back on her doorknob and turned the key frantically.
The door flew open with her weight against it and within seconds they were in her apartment, door closed, her back against the other side of it.

One of his hands found the zipper on her leather jacket while she helped him shrug off his own. They were both sent flying into the apartment.
With those out of the way he was at last able to slide his hands over the bare skin on her back, something he had been dying to do for the last few hours.

Overjoyed with the amount of new flesh exposed, his mouth drifted from hers and kissed its way to the juncture between her neck and her shoulder.
She let out a small moan and threw her head back. Her own hands travelled down his back and pulled his shirt out of his pants, sliding them under the fabric and digging her fingers into his flesh.
The assault of his mouth on her neck sent all sorts of sensations over her body and her temperature rose by a few degrees. She felt certain if he continued she would just melt right on the spot.

Needing a lot more than just his mouth on her neck she moved her hands to the front of his pants and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them.

"Rick" she called, panting.

He stopped his ministrations and pulled back to look at her, slightly worried, only to see her green eyes turned black with utter lust.

"Bedroom. Now" she breathed.

Her words resonated through his core and he knew she felt the effect they had on him when she pressed her body further into his, pushing them back into the living-room in the process.

He reclaimed her mouth and they made their way to her bedroom, while her fingers expertly dealt with the buttons on the black shirt.
It fell on the floor as they reached her room.

He put both his hands on her hips and spun them around so her back was to the bed and he backed them to it.

Their mouths still locked, he pushed her back so she was sitting on the edge and bent down, accompanying her, his mouth trailed along her jawline and down her neck and again, she threw her head back to give him better access. He didn't stop there this time though and, kneeling down between her legs, he kissed his way down her cleavage. She put both her hands on the bed behind her and arched her body into his mouth.

He put a hand behind her back and the other on her cheek before caressing his way down her neck and shoulder and brushing against her breast over the fabric of her top. She rewarded him with another, longer moan. His hand continued to slide down her chest until it reached the rim of the tank top and lifted it up. She held her arms up while he took her top off and placed them back on the bed, bending backwards. His hand, once again caressed her chest, tracing a line between her breasts, over her stomach before coming to rest on her hip.

His mouth however continued dropping feather light kisses all over her stomach, feeling her abdomen tighten against his touch. When he reached her pants he pulled back from her body and she immediately looked down at him, regretting the warmth of his mouth on her body.

She understood his intentions though when one hand lifted her leg and the other pulled the boot covering her calf. He did the same with the other leg and then unbuttoned her pants. She lifted her hips and he pulled them off, leaving her in a laced black bra and matched cheekies.

With the tip of his fingers, he slowly caressed her long leg from the foot up until it reached her panties. Resting his hand there he lifted his head and captured her green eyes into his.

"You are so beautiful" he told before leaning forward and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. "So beautiful" he repeated between kisses.

Thankful for the muscles she had that maintained her there, she lifted her arms and reached for his pants, pushing them down as far as she could reach.

Her mouth moved to his ear and sucked on his earlobe before whispering hotly: "I need you."

He groaned in response and lifted himself up only to kick his pants off his feet, taking his boxers along for the journey across the room. In the meantime, she had unhooked her bra and sent it to oblivion.

He brought his attention back to her body, noticing the only piece of garment remaining. He curled a finger around the fabric and looked up to her.

"Kate?"

She lifted her hips in response and he slid it down her legs.

Pushing back on her hands, she slid herself backwards to lay fully on the bed.

His mouth took it upon itself to trace the same path his hand had over her leg and he dropped loving kisses over her calves, on that sensitive spot behind her knees and moved up to the inside of her thighs.

She spread her legs slightly, whimpering when his mouth shifted to her hips, deliberately avoiding the heat that enticed him. His lips brushed against her tight abdomen until they found her left breast. She arched her body into his mouth when he closed his lips around her hardened nipple and cried out.

She threaded one hand into his hair while the other dug into his shoulder and he switched breasts, administering the same care to it.

"Oh god, Rick..." she pleaded in a low growl when one of his hands slid between her legs.

The feel of her and the sound of her voice increase his pleasure to a point when he, too, needed her.

He brought his head back up to her ear while his fingers drew small circles over her most sensitive spot.

"Kate" he murmured "condom"

Her mushed brain only barely registered the words as her hips started moving against his palm of their own volition.
One of her hands flew to the nightstand and searched for the drawer handle in vain. She groaned in frustration and he got the message. His own hand reached out and she groaned again in protest at the loss between her legs. He chuckled and kissed her ear.

"Patience Kate."

She bit his shoulder gently in response, knowing full well that would leave a mark in the morning.

His hand found the handle and what they were looking for inside the drawer.
When he was ready, he placed himself over her centre and brought a hand to her cheek, stroking it softly.
He stayed still a moment, just above her, taking the time to admire the woman under him.

He really could have been a happy man sharing her life but never her bed.

But he was definitely a happy man lying above her...
Looking into her darkened eyes...
Caressing her soft skin...
Kissing her sweet lips...
And filling her completely.