A/N: I cannot tell a lie...I had heaps of fun writing this! That's all! LOL


JJ held back a groan as she stretched, her eyelids fluttering open. When she saw how light it was outside, she flew up in bed and rushed into Henry's room only to find his bed empty. The guest bedroom was empty, as well, so she went into the kitchen to investigate. Sitting in the middle of the table was a handwritten note from her mother. She snagged it up off the table.

Took Henry out for breakfast and some light shopping. Should be back by one.

Enjoy your morning!

Love,

Mom

Wow, she thought as she headed for the bathroom off her bedroom. She made her way quietly inside so as not to wake Dave, and then put her bra on, threw her hair up, and brushed her teeth.

Huge mistake, she thought as she headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. Her toothpaste would mar the first few sips of the hot beverage, but truth be told, she didn't drink it for the taste. It was all about its effects.

Once the coffee was brewing, she poked around the refrigerator until she found some of the leftover Italian sausage (her mother always bought enough food to feed an army) and turned the stove burner on low. She put the pan on and waited a few minutes until it was hot, then added the sausage. It was almost done when she felt a hand sneak up underneath her tank top and rest on the flat of her stomach. Dave's voice interrupted her shriek.

"Good morning," he said in a low voice.

"Morning," she returned in a higher pitched tone than was normal.

Dave peeked over her shoulder. "Nothing like a little Italian sausage in the morning to get you going, huh?" he teased.

He could say that again, she thought, as she felt his erection on her lower back. But instead she said, "Mmm hmm," as she reached forward to turn the burner off. She reached for his wrist and pulled it off her stomach, then spun in his arms so she was facing him. She would have liked to have played it cool, but the fact of the matter was that he was all she could think about last night.

She'd been spending so much time mortified by her circumstances over the last few days, that she'd done all she could to avoid him. So she took this moment to look at him, to really look at him. She took in his features, the crinkling at the corners of his eyes from his constant amusement and the grin that graced his face more often than not. She lifted her hand to his face, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

In an unexpected shift, Dave grabbed her wrist and steadied her hand, sucking her index finger into his mouth as his eyes held hers. Her mouth parted in a soft gasp; her eyes widened. But the heat from his tongue was nothing compared to the rush of dampness she felt between her thighs at what was about to come. Or, she couldn't help but grin, who.

When he loosed is grip, her hand fell to the hem of his t-shirt, giving it a soft tug as she began to back out of the kitchen. He gave her a knowing grin, and, letting go, she turned around and led the way to her bedroom.

She grinned at the sight of her already rumpled sheets, and when she reached the mattress, turned around. With what could only be described as a lust filled gaze, Dave pulled his t-shirt over his head, never stopping as he tossed it aside. When he reached her, he grinned down at her, and in one swift motion, rid her of her tank top.

With a saucy, grin, she reached for the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down, then stepped out of them, leaving her standing there in only her bra and panties. Her hands reached for his muscular shoulders as she rose up onto her tiptoes, lifting her lips to his. He brushed his lips against hers in gentle strokes at first, but it wasn't long before he became more insistent. With a deep laugh, JJ parted her lips and groaned at this first taste of David Rossi. He tasted slightly of mint—apparently he'd brushed, too—and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. But it was so innately him the she couldn't hold back a groan. As his tongue skillfully explored her mouth, JJ pressed her body against his and tightened her hold on his shoulders, pulling him back onto the bed.


As they tumbled onto the mattress together, Dave was careful to spare her from all of his weight. Her thighs cradled his hips, and as she deepened their kiss, he felt her lower body begin to move back and forth. The moisture that soaked her panties left a warm trail on his belly, and Dave growled as he pictured how smoothly her body would receive his.

He reached down and made quick work of pushing her panties aside, sinking two of his fingers inside of her. Her entire body reacted—he felt her nipples pucker against his chest, her back arched off the bed, and her thighs immediately became rigid. "Dave," she begged as he moved his fingers back and forth in an effort to taunt her. It was only fair, as the sight of her had been taunting him for years. His fingertips facing her belly, he moved his fingers in a come hither motion, teasing her inner wall. "Oh, God," JJ panted. "Oh, God, Dave!" Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she ground her body against his.

Once he could tell she was ready, he pulled away from her and, dragging his body down hers, he pulled her panties down over her legs and discarded them. He immediately returned to her center, parting her with his fingers and leaning forward, spearing his tongue inside of her. She groaned again, and tangling her fingers in his hair, gave a forceful tug. "Enough teasing," she growled when their eyes met.

With a grin, he leaned forward and teased her with his tongue. Unfortunately, he'd spread her so far apart that he only made contact with the skin surrounding her center. "Dave, I'm warning you," she said lowly.

With a laugh, his moved lower and thrust his tongue inside of her once again before moving back to circle her clit.


JJ could barely hold herself together. Her body shuddered, dying to come, but her mind was desperate to have Dave inside of her before she let that happen. She'd seen how big he was, and she'd never had a man that large inside of her before. She wanted to feel him as he pushed inside of her, moved back and forth, their bodies creating a friction that was sure to make her scream—just like he wanted.

Again, she grabbed his hair and tugged until his eyes met hers. She must have been communicating something with her eyes that he hadn't heard in her words, because he immediately covered her body with his, his erection resting on her inner thigh.

A single glistening drop of her moisture on the corner of his lips sent a shot of desire straight to her center once again. She couldn't hold back a whimper.

"Dave, please…"