I couldn't help myself, readers. Caskett has such explosive chemistry that this chapter practically wrote itself and a section is rated M. Happy Valentine's Day!

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The view from the chopper was breathtaking…The setting sun was striking with its hues of pink and red dipping down below the horizon. When Kate saw the majestic Statue of Liberty from 500 feet above it, her desire to go on the full tour multiplied greatly, and she determined on her next day off she would take the short ferry ride from Battery Park and book the tour.

"Oh my God, Castle, this is just incredible." She looked around in awe at the brilliance of New York. "I've only briefly noticed landmarks before while being in a chopper, probably due to the adrenaline rush that kicks in while preparing to take down a suspect. . . I can't believe I never realized before the utter beauty of New York City.

"Yes, … incredible, utterly breathtaking." When Kate glanced at him he was looking directly at her, and she got the distinct impression he was talking about her, not the view outside. His unwavering grin brought goose bumps to her flesh. "Have you ever been to the Immigration Museum?" he asked her curiously.

"I'm ashamed to say that I've only been there once, and it was a long time ago…I went while I was in the 4th grade on a field trip."

"Well, if you'll permit me to take you there, I'd be happy to share the historic halls with you where over 12 million immigrants first entered America. It truly is a memorable place filled with valuable history."

"I'll hold you to that, Castle." She smiled at his obvious pleasure in her agreement to go with him.

Rick was very aware of the few inches that separated their thighs from touching while sitting on the small bench seat. The heat radiating from Kate's leg was almost palpable. His fingers itched to move just the 4 inches it would take to be resting on her knee, but they had made so much progress already today, and he was afraid to jinx it, so he continued to be the perfect gentleman and kept his hands to himself.

I could be the poster boy for Monk-hood, he thought ironically. Who would've guessed that I, … a famous Play-boy and known womanizer, would have the fortitude to wait for a woman for almost 4 years?

But what surprised Castle the most was that he had not been intimate with a woman since Gina. No woman appealed to him like Katherine Beckett… no one fascinated him like her, and no one even came close to her stunning beauty and sex appeal. She was it for him. She was the only woman he ever wanted to be with again…Now, all he had to do was convince her of that and get her on the same page.

As dusk settled over New York, traffic became heavier on the streets below, and more businesses turned on their lights. The multi-colored lights were sparkling and twinkling, emitting a lovely glow. The lights complimented the grand, austere buildings of the city beautifully.

They flew over the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, as well as the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Buildings, all the while listening to the Pilot's energetic voice giving them facts and figures about each of the monuments.

Central Park was by far her favorite of the evening. It brought back so many memories of her as a young girl, holding her mother's hand while walking along the bike trail, playing hide-and-seek among the tall trees and feeding the pigeons that surrounded the park benches.

Kate was surprised by how quiet Castle was… She didn't think he could ever keep his mouth closed for any length of time, but he was obviously enthralled with the scenery. He was enjoying the tour immensely. She enjoyed watching him out of the corner of her eye as he was filled with nervous energy and excitement.

"If I would have known how amazing this experience is, I would have brought Alexis years ago." His deep voice reverberated throughout her body because of the headphones. "Martha's afraid of heights so there's no amount of persuasion that would convince her to try this tour."

"What about if you increased her credit card spending limit by thousands of dollars?" Kate asked teasingly.

"What spending limit?" He laughed throatily. "My mother doesn't know the meaning of the word, 'frugal'."

"Mr. Castle," Charles, their helicopter pilot, interrupted them. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you wanted to know when we were close to the hotel. We're 3 minutes away."

"Thanks, Charles. I appreciate it."

"I hope you like our next stop, Kate." He put his elbow up on the back of the seat, resting his head in his hand and gazed at her intently. "You know, in so many ways, you are still such a mystery to me." His voice faded as he looked beseechingly into her hazel eyes.

He looked so damn fine with his inquisitive eyes searching hers…His eyes the color of the sea after a raging storm.

Now that she had finally admitted to herself that she was in love with him, it was going to be extremely difficult to keep him at arms length…

"Should I worry about our next stop?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

But Rick never answered her question as there was a slight jostling with the copter during their descent to the rooftop of the Ritz Carlton Hotel. The landing went smoothly though and as the copter touched the rooftop, Castle asked the Pilot for his packages.

Charles took from the co-pilot's seat 2 large dress boxes from Saks Fifth Avenue and handed them to Castle, plus a medium size, tan leather bag of Kate's.

He put a $100 bill into Charles's palm. "Thank you for the wonderful tour. I'll definitely be booking with your company again."

"You're welcome, Mr. Castle. Enjoy your evening."

Rick hopped down from the helicopter first and then reached for Kate's hand to help her out of the chopper.

He pulled her with him along the rooftop until they reached the entrance door.

"Can you hold these packages for a moment?"

"Sure," and she reached for them to take them from his hands.

Castle pulled out his hotel key-card and swiped the magnetic key pad. He opened the door and directed her inside. He took the 2 boxes from her, but she kept her handbag. They walked silently to the elevator and once inside, he pushed the button for floor 28.

Kate smiled endearingly at him while they were in the elevator. "I'm assuming you got a room here, right?" Rick nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Expecting to get lucky tonight, Castle?" she asked in a questioning, lilting tone, while staring him down. She was glaring at him like one of her mistrustful suspects.

Rick suddenly felt trapped in the enclosed elevator.

By the 'deer-trapped-in-headlights' expression on Castle's face, Kate knew she'd hit close to the mark. . . She inwardly rejoiced at the power she held over him.

"No, Kate, not expecting to get lucky tonight." He squeaked out uncomfortably. "I NEVER expect that from you." He smiled shyly. "I got a room for us," he cleared his throat, "for you to be able to change clothes and get ready for the second half of our evening." Castle purposefully didn't say the word 'date' as he didn't want her to think he was assuming it was an actual date between them.

The elevator dinged when they reached the 28th floor of the hotel. They both headed towards the hallway where the Executive suites were located.

"I had Lanie pack the bag for you… I hope she packed all your necessities. Plus, she chose the dress for you this evening."

Castle stopped at room 2855, took his key-card and swiped it.

"I'm sure everything she packed will be fi - " Kate audibly gasped when he opened the door to the suite.

"Oh, MY GOD." The far wall was floor to ceiling glass about 10 and a half feet in height. The view was utterly gorgeous. She looked out at New York Harbor, water waving and glistening a deep midnight blue… Ecru lights danced over the current making it seem as if the water actually covered a sheen of glass. There was a sailboat out on the water with a bright yellow sail that swayed gently in the breeze. Off in the distance, she could see Ellis Island as well as the Statue of Liberty in all her glory. As she walked nearer the windows she looked below and saw beautiful park views… Couples were strolling hand-in-hand along the walkway, looking at the budding trees and flowering gardens that weren't in bloom yet as it was still too cold in New York.

"This is the perfect location, Castle," she said in awe. "You sure know how to pick a hotel room."

I'll just add that to his list of talents and file it away for my personal use later, Kate thought with a smile. Her heart practically leapt out of her chest as she realizedshe couldn't wait to start exploring his other talents in this room either.

Oh God, I'm in trouble. All these years trying to fight off his overwhelming magnetism, his never-ending charisma and exotic baby blues… Kate knew that she had only been delaying the inevitable… They were destined to be together.

"I'm glad you like it." He said smugly. A knock on the door turned Castle's attention away from Kate… He opened the door to a smiling hotel worker.

"Mr. Castle, your ordered a couples massage for 7 p.m. Is now still a good time?"

Oh Lord, he thought a bit frightened, is it 7 already?" He was planning on giving Kate the heads-up first concerning the massage session, but the tour had taken longer than expected. He turned slowly to face her wrath, knowing that there was a chance she was going to kill him.

You are soo busted, Kate thought humorously. I'm going to have fun pushing his buttons.

"Castle!" She practically hissed from across the room, "Can I talk to you a moment?" Her frozen smile let him know to prepare for the worst.

"It's not what it looks like, Beckett, I promise… Ow, Ow Ow!" He yelped as she grabbed his ear and twisted it.

"Apples, Apples!"

"Not what it looks like? … What it looks like is you planned on attending a peep show, and I'm the featured star." She continued on with false anger in her tone, loving every minute of being the puppet master controlling his strings.

"Just give me a minute to explain…"

"Did - you - order - a - massage - for - me?" she ground out icily.

"Yes, technically that's true, BUT … " Castle stuttered.

"Were you not hoping to see me partially naked while the masseuse worked on my ass?" She spluttered.

Castle couldn't stop the grin from taking over his whole face. "Well… if I happened to accidentally see any of your tempting skin, that would definitely be a bonus to this day, BUT

"I apologize, Mr. Castle," the cute, twentish, Oriental girl spoke timidly behind them…"I misread the order. This is just for a personal massage, not a couples session. I'm so sorry concerning the confusion. We've been doing couple massages all day long since it's Valentines so I just assumed your order would be one too." She looked heartily embarrassed by the mistake.

"See Kate," Castle said in a sugary-sweet tone. "I had no hidden, ulterior motives when scheduling the appointment."

She eyed him distrustfully. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Look. I know from personal experience how stressful your job can be, and since you won't ever let me knead your muscles to try and relieve some of that stress, I figured it would be a wonderful surprise to hire a masseuse for you."

"Only for me?"

"Yes, I was planning on showering and getting ready for the rest of the night in my room of the suite."

He turned then to the masseuse, "Ling, is it?"

"Yes, Mr. Castle?"

"Would you please set up the massage table in Ms. Beckett's room right there?" He pointed to the room on the left of the enormous sitting area.

"Yes, sir. I apologize again. I'm sorry to have caused contention between you and Miss Beckett." She carried the portable table into Kate's room.

Oh God, Kate thought, here I was razzing Castle and now I've gone and made Ling feel bad about her mistake. He's going to make me pay for this - - Unless… Kate's wheels started turning inside her head.

She was so distracted by her own thoughts that she didn't hear Castle walk up behind her until he whispered slyly into her ear, "I believe you owe me an apology, Miss Kathryn Beckett." His voice sent a quiver throughout her entire body.

"Owe you, … what?" she whispered tremulously as she turned towards him and realized he was standing way too close, invading her comfort zone. If she reached up on her tiptoes her mouth would land on that appealing, manly chin of his, and she could finally feel what his fresh stubble would do to her lips.

"An apology," he repeated in that same damn, infuriating, soft, sexy voice that put her on edge. "Besides, you know me, Kate. I couldn't handle the sight of you in just a towel." His eyes were dancing merrily.

You really set yourself up with that line, Writer-Monkey, Kate thought mischievously. She did thoroughly enjoy watching him squirm from all her teasing innuendos.

"Oh, really now? But isn't seeing me in just a towel at the heart of your fantasies, Riii – ck? . . . or would you prefer seeing me in just a rose red teddy, or maybe just my black, itty bitty bikini, or maybe my personal favorite, … just wearing nothing but your royal blue, Ralph Lauren dress shirt?"

Castle was practically drooling as he imagined Kate in each one of those sexy outfits she was describing. The woman was going to kill him; one way or the other, she was going to be the death of him.

He groaned and brought his right fist up to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle to cause pain and distract himself.

"You are such a tease, Kate Beckett, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

He knew he needed to put some distance between them and fast before his traitorous hands betrayed him and grabbed that beautiful head of hers and gave her the punishment she so deserved. He turned and walked away from her, taking his hand and rummaging it through his hair, disheveling it.

"Now get that model body of yours into your room right now. We only have 55 minutes until our dinner reservation and Ling is scheduled with you for 25."

"I'm going to take a very long, cold shower," he mumbled incoherently under his breath…

Kate laughed when she realized he was so flustered by her comments that he forgot to take his box of clothes with him into his bathroom. Smiling the whole time, she grabbed both Sax Fifth Avenue boxes off the sofa, and with her bag on her arm, sauntered into her room.

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20 minutes later, Rick stepped out of the massive shower and starting drying himself off with a large, fluffy towel. It was then he realized his clothes were still left out in the sitting area.

Damn, how did I forget to bring them in here with me?

He quickly put on his jeans, going commando, and stepped out of his room.

What? … Where is it?

The box was not where he put it earlier on the settee. He glanced at the coffee table, the computer desk lining the east wall, and then the small alcove in the corner. It was not in this room.

He walked gingerly towards Kate's room. Maybe Ling had come across it? He knocked soundly on her door, hoping that she wasn't in the shower yet as he didn't think he'd be able to prevent himself from taking a quick peek at a wet, naked Beckett.

Who am I kidding? It most assuredly would not be a quick peek…She'd arrest me for being a Peeping Tom.

Ling answered, "Come in."

"Kate," he started speaking before opening her door, "Have you seen my box of clo -?" He lost his voice when he saw her.

Uh – Oh. Sh - iiiii - t.

She was lying face down on the massage table. She had a very narrow piece of white, terry cloth covering her fabulous ass. Her lean, lithe back muscles were exposed as her hair was brushed over to the side of her neck. Ling was working on her left, lower leg, kneading the taut calf muscle. Her legs, … dear God, seemed to go on for miles and just begged to be touched. Castle had always claimed to be a breast-man, but seeing her hind legs like this, … fully exposed and glistening, being covered in some sort of massage oil, made him change his mind immediately. He was forever more a leg-man.

"This feels heavenly, Castle," her satisfied voice rang in his ears. "I should have let you spoil me like this before now."

When Kate didn't receive a response, she pushed herself up from the table using her elbows, making sure that her crossed arms didn't expose her breasts. Her soft waves of hair framed her face angelically as she glanced at him curiously.

And now I'm back to being a breast-man, he thought humorously, as Kate's crossed arms only managed to barely cover her areola and nipples, but ended up increasing the fullness of her breasts by pushing them slightly upwards.

It was obvious to Kate that Rick was very turned on, … and Oh hell, he looked … yummy. The front of his toned chest still had a few spattering droplets of water on it from the shower. She was immediately drawn to the small phoenix tattoo on his right pectoral muscle as his chest was bare. She couldn't see even a hint of any chest hair. His nipples were standing at attention as the air in the room was a bit cool. His biceps were even larger than she imagined and were well-defined. She let her eyes wander down his chest to his flat abdomen where she did notice then the light smattering of brown hair that delved beneath his waistband, and her eyes couldn't help themselves as she gazed even lower. Kate licked her lips at his bulging erection.

Ling suddenly said, "I'm all through, Ms Beckett." She grabbed a large towel from off the king size bed and draped it over Kate.

That action brought Castle out of his stupor. . . Kate noticed he looked away from her while she hastily sat up, securely wrapping the towel around herself before standing up.

Always the gentleman, she thought impressed and a little dismayed at the same time.

He left the room to go and get a tip for Ling while she packed up her massage table. He gave her a $50.00 bill and thanked her for her services and wished her a happy holiday.

After Rick escorted Ling to the door of the suite and made sure the door had closed properly, he looked inside Kate's room and noticed she was opening the boxes. After finding which one was his, she clung tightly to the white towel with her left hand, and with the box in her right, she strolled over to Castle.

"This what you're looking for?" she asked teasingly with a flirtatious smile.

"Yes. I should have known. You had my clothes the entire time." He noticeably gulped and then said a little breathlessly, "I should be able to think of some clever, sexy innuendo to go with you having my clothes, but my mind is too - -distracted right now to come up with one."

Castle couldn't help himself as he brought his thumb up to her collarbone and started tracing it. Her skin was just like he imagined, … smooth as silk.

Kate was holding out his box for him, but he still didn't take it. She looked deeply into his cerulean eyes and recognized something in them that she knew must be reflected back to him in her own gaze, … desire.

She was mesmerized by his touch.

"The reality of you, Kate Beckett, in just a towel, far surpasses any fantasy of mine." His index finger lazily trailed upwards to her pulse point where her heart was jumping frantically.

"And the reality of you, Rick Castle," she tormented him with her bedroom voice, "with wet hair and 5'o'clock shadow in just low-slung, tight jeans is enough to make any self-respecting woman throw caution to the wind and . . ." She purposefully paused, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"And?" He purred into her ear while taking his index finger slowly up her neck and along her jaw line until he reached her small, delicate earlobe.

And as her eyes bored into his, Kate threw the clothes box on the settee and let go of her left hand.

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Neither Rick nor Kate would be able to tell anyone who initiated their explosive kiss.

Rick remembers hearing the box of clothes land on the settee and then being in complete shock with what happened next, … briefly realizing that Kate had dropped her towel, seeing a flash of perky, perfect breasts and a dark patch of pubic hair before his lips were crushed against hers. His hands immediately swept to the back of her head, grasping the soft curls, yanking on her hair gently, as he claimed her lips, … rough and possessive.

Kate felt like he was marking his territory with his expert kiss; … his mouth pressing and delving onto her own…nipping and grinding her soft, pliant lips until she felt like they might actually bruise from the contact.

Rick's mouth slid down to her neck, and Kate felt as though her legs melted right there. She had to stifle a moan when his stubbled jaw scraped against her skin.

Rough. Just like I imagined it.

When his tongue finally forced its way into her mouth, and started swirling around hers, she emitted a sexy moan and instinctively rocked her hips into his.

With that action from Kate, Rick growled and cupped her ass in both his hands, lifting her slightly from the floor to back her into the far wall, to get better leverage.

She whimpered as her back hit the wall more forcefully than expected… It was most likely going to ache tomorrow from the sheer force of Rick shoving her into it, but Kate didn't care. She was on fire.

"God Kate, you are so fucking hot." He murmured frantically into her ear before his lips were colliding once more with hers.

Kate couldn't stop the ravenous need building inside her body. Her breasts felt heavy, screaming to be touched by him... Her nipples were hard and erect, reacting to his bare skin crushed against hers… Her knees were feeling weak from the pure, unadulterated lust Castle was bellowing inside her… Her inner thighs were wet from the expelled moisture, and she was shocked by how fast it all came to fruition. She had never wanted a man so badly before in her entire life.

Rick's lips wouldn't leave her body for a single second… His stubble was leaving a trail of burned skin in its wake, … from the sensitive spot at the back of her ear, heading down and across her jaw bone… A rumble escaped his chest as he reached his goal, her pulse point. He began sucking on her neck vigorously, then backing off gently, tenderly licking the wounded spot, but still keeping the pressure there as he made it his goal to mark her with a noticeable hickey.

Anyone who came In contact with her would know she was taken…

His voice was a silky, hot caress when he finally pulled back from her delicious neck and stopped the tortuous sucking. "Promise me, Kate, … that this isn't just a one-time fling." He searched her passion-filled, brown eyes with his own, the need for reassurance clouding his radiant blues. "Once I taste you, I'm going to be addicted, and I'll have to have you again and again."

He kissed her passionately once more, melding his lips to hers urgently, savoring every touch, every sound from her, drinking her in completely, … like he'd been lost in the desert for days and she was his life-saving drink of water.

He couldn't get enough.

Kate had never felt so alive, so desirable, so wanted, so needed by a man, or … so wanton.

"Say it, Kate."

"This" she murmured seductively, nipping at his kiss-swollen lips, while her hands roamed freely up and down along his strong back, rejoicing in finally being able to feel his bulging muscles, "is most definitely NOT a fling…" and her hands swooped down to the front of his jeans to search for his top button. "You have way too many clothes on, Rick – ster."

His grin was short-lived at the term of endearment as her hands accomplished their goal and his top button was undone and the zipper unzipped in just a few seconds. As her hands grasped the outer waistband of his jeans and started pulling downwards, Rick shimmied his hips to assist her and down the jeans went over his firm thighs, over his shins and he finally kicked them off his feet.

Kate gasped in surprise. Oh Jesus, the tabloids are right. He is, ummm, very well-endowed. But she didn't have time to dwell on the thought as Rick hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, almost coming undone right then and there as his raging erection was positioned in just the perfect spot, causing the most tantalizing friction.

In between devouring her with his lips, Rick started whispering sweet nothings in her ear, … telling her how beautiful she was, telling her that he was the luckiest man in the world right now to be with her, … but Kate instinctively knew what he was really saying… He was madly, deeply, hopelessly in love with her.

He placed her on the edge of the king-size bed, with her buttocks and thighs residing on the mattress, her knees and lower legs hanging off the bed. The bed was the exact height for what Rick had in mind. Kate shivered in anticipation at his dark, hungry look.

"Rick," she whispered, needing him to touch her. She opened her legs and he immediately stepped in between her knees.

He knew, without words, what she was asking…

She sighed when he leaned over her and his fingers tentatively brushed across the tips of her breasts, watching her nipples react to his touch.

"You are the most stunning woman I've ever seen, Kate."

His large, strong hands couldn't resist her flawless chest any longer and he grabbed both her small breasts simultaneously, squeezing and kneading them fiercely, creating a mixture of both pleasure and pain that had Kate feeling like she was going to explode in a matter of seconds. "Oh God, Rick." She arched her chest immediately up into his experienced hands.

When he noticed her quick, panting, gasps of breath, he finally lowered his head and opened his mouth large enough to fit completely around her areola. His lips closed over the dark pink area and he sucked in, slowly and agonizingly pulling the nipple into his mouth. . .Then he used his masterful tongue to lick around the sensitized nipple before grabbing the base of her nipple with his teeth and scraping upwards to the tip. He then exacted the same care with her other breast, teasing and tormenting the nipple until Kate wanted to scream.

She curled her fingers through his dark hair as hot flames licked at her abdomen… She lifted her hips eagerly to be able to feel his fully engorged member …

"Don't," he rasped out… I want us to come together, Kate." He moved his hands to her hips and pushed them back to the bed, and began making slow, tantalizing circles along her hip bones.

"Cas – tle," she begged, "I'm sooo close."

He nearly came right there just from hearing those words out of her mouth. How many times had he dreamed of hearing her say that to him?

"I should slow down," he said huskily as he took a small step back from the bed and grabbed her right ankle in his hand and began feathering lush kisses along the inner portion of her lower leg. "I want to taste every inch of you before you come."

Slow down? Oh hell, no.

She grinned devilishly. "Get out of the 3rd inning, Rick. I'm in the bottom of the 9th." And in the blink of an eye, Kate had whipped her leg out of his hands, and with her skilled yoga training had wrapped both her firm, toned legs around his butt and yanked him forward.

She sat partially up on the bed and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to her. She was suddenly attacking his lips, shoving her tongue down his throat, scraping it along the upper roof of his mouth, dueling her tongue with his. She was massaging his incredible, muscled ass with dexterous fingers, loving the way he felt beneath her hands. Her inner thighs began slightly shaking from the exertion of holding him in place, making her body burn with the knowledge that they would soon be one.

She knew Rick could feel how ready she was for him as his member glided across her very wet folds.

His deep, guttural moan told her that he was thinking the exact same thing.

And Rick Castle was not one to disappoint Kate Beckett.

He pulled away from her mouth suddenly, reached under her buttocks and slid her ass to the very edge of the bed. He grabbed her calves and lifted her ankles onto his shoulders.

Kate's eyes widened when she realized his intent. She grabbed a hold of the bedspread for leverage as he positioned himself at her entrance. She whimpered sexily as her eyes froze onto his, seeing the depth of emotion residing there, matching her own.

Castle slowly edged himself into her, allowing Kate to stretch to accommodate his size.

When he was fully inside her, he clenched his jaw, straining against the overload of sensation. She felt so warm, so wet, and so tight. Everything he ever imagined.

Kate's breathing was stymied. Her hips were involuntarily twitching and jerking with Castle being completely inside her, driving him mad. He began sliding in and out of her at a steady pace.

"Ri – ck, "

He held her thighs for support while moving in a smooth, sensual rhythm. He had to fight the urge to go off just looking down at her sinful body, exquisitely displayed below him.

Kate's forehead glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her green-brown eyes were clouded with desire. Her cheeks were flush from the sexual tension as her body was fighting to hold off her release. He felt so damn good inside her, and she wanted it to last as long as possible.

His thrusts picked up in intensity. He was shoving so deep that she was slowly being pushed up the bedspread so Kate readjusted her grip so she could stay better in place. Rick bent his knees slightly to change the angle of his strokes and began rubbing her legs sensuously. He was hitting her sugar walls at just the right angle… Kate could feel it gloriously on her G spot.

"Castle," She whimpered and from the tone in her voice he knew she was at the edge.

Rick took his thumb and touched her clit; it was warm and moist, just begging for his caress. He began circling and teasing it gently, loving the way Kate was responding to his touch.

That was Kate's undoing.

"Oh Gawd, Castle…. Yes!" She made a deep, throaty noise and closed her eyes while riding out the most intense orgasm of her life. Her sound, plus the exquisite expression on her face drove Rick right over.

As Kate's walls tightened and pulsed around him, he thrust deep inside her one last time, and Castle exploded with a groan, pumping his seed into her that lasted an unbelievable amount of time, heightening Kate's orgasm even more.

He moved her legs from off his chest and collapsed on top of her, kissing her face tenderly, … on her left cheek, her nose, her right cheek and then her chin, while coming down from the aftershock of their love making.

Castle, unsurprisingly, spoke first…"Christ, Kate it's never been like that for me before…It's never been - - " He stopped awkwardly. Man, for a writer, he sure was failing to find any words to describe the most important moment of his life.

Her expression turned tender, … a look that said she understood, as she leaned up to cover his lips with her own.

"For me, either," she whispered softly.