This is the last chapter. I had one idea in mind on how to end everything up neatly where everyone got what they wanted, but the more I delved into Dave and Em, I realized that was not possible. I have never been afraid to write a story different from all that is out there and tie it with strings when everyone else would tie it in a pretty bow. A good writer will tell you that sometimes you have to go with the direction and mood of the character even if it goes against what you think will be best for the story.

A very special thanks to ilovetvalot who told me that I should go with my gut. And then gave me a killer one liner. You nailed me! (Yes, keep doing your happy dance!)

Spend Your Love On Me

Dave was tired of playing games. All of his adult life he had played games with the military, his ex-wives, the FBI, now Emily Prentiss thought she had the upper hand and was going to control him thru sex. She wasn't the first woman to fool herself. He had gone along with her as long as he could without scaring her away when and if he should lose control.

Twice he could have been finished with the game she started, but she thwarted him with expertise he wasn't aware she possessed. But he was learning her tricks. And it didn't help her cause that she was wearing her heart on her sleeve.

As he picked her up in his arms and fused his mouth to hers in a kiss. God she tasted delicious and he almost forgot that he had a mission to show her that it takes a master to beat a master at the game he invented.

Carrying her to the bed, he played her words over in his mind. A quick fuck with our clothes half on is one thing, but it's entirely different when you're naked and making love. His body hardened at the thought of finally being able to bury deep inside of her and make her cry for mercy. She would learn not to play with fire.

Laying her on the bed, he knelt beside her started undressing her slowly. With expert hands he slid her halter over her head and gazed up her creamy white firm breasts. Oh, he wanted her, but he has to taste her first.

Running his tongue over the rosy firm nipple, he licked and teased and tried to drive her mad. Or was he trying to drive himself mad? Unable to resist the temptation, he took the nipple into his mouth and suckled firmly with his hot mouth. Perfect was the only word that came to his mind as he tried to consume all of her in one sitting.

Emily arched as Dave's mouth teased and tormented her. She was so sure that his goatee was going to feel rough against her skin, but like the man driving her mad, it was surprisingly soft. And she realized that his goatee was just another layer to who he was: appearing bristly and rough, a shield to mirror his expressions, but underneath, soft, smooth, and vulnerable. And she loved it.

She loved the way it brushed against her skin, gently tickling and teasing, but also stroking her. But it was nothing compared to what his mouth was doing. Was it possible to have an orgasm from oral pleasure? Or maybe it had something to do with his hand trailing down her stomach, over the fabric of her skirt to the hot center between her legs begging for attention.

The gentle stroke of his finger on her clit was enough to make her body go over the edge. Oh God! Was the man born with magic hands? How was it possible that one touch could cause an orgasm? Clutching at the sheets as her body arched and released, she called his name out loud. Unashamed, she wanted him to know what he was doing to her.

Know? Of course he had to know what he was doing to her; he was David Fucking Rossi, the legendary FBI Lothario who had slept his way thru most of the female population during his first tenure. And now he was driving her mad with his mouth and hands. It was unreal and oh so wonderful all at the same time. If time stopped at that moment, she would be happy to spend it with him.

Dave knew exactly what he was doing. He was driving her mad and weakening her with each touch. When he took her for his own, she was going to remember it for a lifetime. Moving from her breast downward, he trailed his lips across her skin to the waistband of her skirt. Damn material was keeping him from getting closer.

Getting on the bed, he kneeled between her legs and pushed the skirt up around her waist and nearly groaned as his eyes feasted on her. He had touched her, filled her, but he needed to taste her. All of her. His body throbbed but he fought the urge to possess her. Dipping his head down, he trailed kisses against the moist black curls that hid the treasure he was so close to finding.

In reaction to his hot breath, her hips arched forward and he took that as an invitation. Gently he licked her clit as her hips bucked underneath his ministrations. Taking her in his mouth, he licked, tasted, nibbled and drove her crazy insane until he felt her body tighten and her hands weaved thru his hair to hold him still until her body finished throbbing.

He heard her sob his name and inwardly he smiled. Slowly but surely he was getting the upper hand. Lowering his head, he dipped his tongue in and finally tasting her and his body nearly exploded. Heaven on earth was so trite but the only thing he could come up with as he claimed her with his mouth. Or was she claiming him? Never had he been with a woman who taste had him addicted from the word go. If he were to die right here, right now, as awkward as it might be when it came to the police report, he could go with a smile on his face.

There was no where else he would rather be. Of course his body had other ideas. His body was jealous of the pleasure his mouth was taking from being where it desired. Raising his head, he watched her face. He watched the way ecstasy softened and tightened her features, her eyes shut tightly as her hands flexed against the sheets.

He wanted her. She wanted him. She was on a mission to clear his mind, empty his conscience, and fill his dreams of nothing but her. And he wanted to hear his name on her lips as he buried himself deep inside of her hot core.

"Turn over," he rasped.

"Why?" She couldn't think and she definitely couldn't move. What could he want from her turning over?

"I need to unfasten your skirt. I want you totally naked. I want to see your body." And he did. He wanted to see her free of any barriers. Helping her to roll over, he found the snap and released the zipper to pull the material down.

Gazing at her glorious body, he drank her in like a thirsty man at a well. He trailed a finger along her spine and took pleasure from her moans. So soft, so delicate, so desirable. Softly he ran his finger down the small of her back to her tight firm buttocks. All of this could be his with one simple word. Could he say it and mean it?

Too much thinking and not enough action. Sliding his hands under her waist, he pulled her to her knees as he positioned himself behind her. Only in his dreams had he imagined her like this and now it was real. Slowly, he ran his cock down her slit to make her hips beg for more.

"Do you like that?" he asked darkly.

"Oh God Dave. Please," she begged on a sob.

"Tell me what you want."

"You. Now. Inside of me."

"Hard and fast?"

"I don't care. Just fuck me. Now."

Dave didn't need a second request. He took her with a quick, deep thrust and nearly lost it as her body encased him. Catching his breath, he tried to stay on his game as he pulled out. He felt a bit of mean gladness as her hips moved to find him. Slowly he slid back in and heard her sob. She was hot, soft, wet, and perfect. The fit, the way she adjusted to match his rhythm as he increased the pace. He finally had her where he wanted her, on her knees begging for release, moaning his name, as he continued to stroke her inside and out.

Emily knew she had lost. Her intentions had been good- albeit far from admirable- but she knew there was no way she could have beat David Rossi. She had had the upper hand for a moment, but it was inevitable that he would turn the tables and take over. And though it hurt to know that she failed in some ways, it could not be denied that she had achieved more than she had ever dreamed.

She had confronted him, fucked him, undressed him, had her way with him…it was only fair that he returned the favour. Maybe he would never say her name out loud, but she knew she would be on his mind for a very long time. Until he found another.

Shaking her head, she tried to concentrate on the feelings he was creating inside of her. Her body was on fire with each stroke of his body against hers. The more he gave of himself, the more she wanted. As he increased the tempo, she tightened her grasp around him. She may have lost the war, but she was going to win this battle.

Oh God! She was going to kill him! Reaching under her he cupped her breasts as he buried himself deeper inside. He was so close to losing it and when he did he knew there was no turning back. It was for sure that he was going to claim her for his own. He had won.

Pushing deeper, harder, faster, he took control as she gave up trying to keep up. With his hand on her hip, he reached around and placed his thumb against her clit and felt her explode. Unprepared for the orgasm that wracked her body, Dave felt himself go over the edge with her. Thrusting faster, he tried to hold on as Emily's body gripped him tightly. There was no fighting it anymore.

With a groan, he gave one last thrust and spilled himself into her. He had claimed her. It was over.

Collapsing against her, Dave was careful not to crush her with his weight as he shifted to his side and took her in his arms. She had put up a good fight to win him. But like the other women who had come before her, she couldn't compete with a memory.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her close as he kissed her neck.

Nestling against his warmth, Em moved in closer to him. He hadn't left her as she feared. Maybe, just maybe…

"Go to sleep Em; I'll be here when you wake up," Dave whispered in her ear.

Closing her eyes, Em released a satisfied breath. "I love you," she said softly, her words so quiet barely reached his ears.

For a long moment he held her as her body slowly relaxed and her breathing evened out. She was asleep.

Slipping out of the bed, Dave was careful not to wake her as he walked over to where his clothes lay. Quickly he put them on, the he tried to straighten himself as he checked for his wallet and keys. Grabbing his laptop and overnight bag, he did a double check. It was all there.

Walking over to the door, he turned the lock and then the knob. Opening the door, he stepped one foot over the threshold before turning around and taking one last look at the beautiful woman asleep on his bed.

He watched her roll over in her sleep and shift to get comfortable. That was it, he couldn't stay, he had to leave. Turning back to the entrance, he started to close the door.

Sitting up in bed, Em adjusted the sheet draped across her naked form. He lied; he was leaving. Skipping out like the coward he was- the coward she had hoped he wasn't- but it was too late to save a man that far gone. She couldn't stop him and she would never beg him to stay. That wasn't who she was, but she could get one last request in. She had to get her dig in. She owed him and herself that much.

"David, before you leave…just once before you go…say my name."

The sound of a door closing quietly was the only response.