A/N: Things are heating up...hold onto your hats...

Chapter Eight

When the movie ended, they walked back to his bike and she held onto him a little tighter than she did before, bringing a smile to House's lips as he started the engine and roared out of the parking lot.

When he pulled up in front of her apartment, she hopped off. "It's still early. Want to come in for a bit?"

House took off his helmet and nodded as he followed her inside.

"I have beer, wine and ginger ale. Not much of a selection," she said with an apologetic grin.

"Beer is fine."

She brought him a beer in a frosted glass and one for herself.

"Cheers," she said as she clinked her glass against his and took a long sip, hoping it would give her some liquid courage.

God, she was nervous! Cameron was sure House could sense it because he was covering up a smirk as he took a sip of his beer. Then she headed over to the couch and sat, tucking one leg under her to make room for him. He wandered over to her stereo, turned it on, and tuned into a jazz station before he joined her on the couch. Stardust by Dave Brubeck was playing and that usually set the mood.

They sat for a few minutes, enjoying their beer as they discussed some of the highlights from the movie. Cameron finished her beer first and was about to go get another when House stopped her. "You might wanna slow down, lightweight," he teased gently.

"I am not a lightweight," she snapped as she got up and headed back to the kitchen. She was just about to open the fridge when House appeared and closed it shut. "Hey!"

"What's going on? I don't remember a time you needed liquid courage to be around me. What are you so nervous about?" he asked, all signs of teasing gone.

"I don't know!"

"That's bullshit if I ever heard it. You know, you just don't want to tell me. Why? What is it you can't say?"

"This is all...I don't know...it's like a dream I've been having for years except now it's real. And frankly, it's a little intimidating," she admitted.

House stepped closer, pressing her against the fridge. "Because you wanted this and now you have it? What's so bad about that?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't let myself get involved with you when I agreed to take the job. That and I thought you'd still be mourning Cuddy and so it was supposed to be easy. I told myself you wouldn't give me the time of day but it was exactly the opposite. So I sicced Ro on you, hoping she'd provide a distraction, so I could do my job but it was just the same as when I took over the position before only worse. I still can't say no to you, House."

He was standing so close to her she could smell his familiar scent that was unique to him. Only it seemed stronger at that moment. He was giving off clouds of pheromones, but then so was she.

"You don't have to say no," he said as his hand slid slowly up her arm, then her shoulder, gently massaging it. His other hand was braced against the fridge for support.

Cameron couldn't deny that it felt good. She knew he wasn't big on touching but he certainly had his moments. His long fingers gently massaged the nape of her neck while his other arm wrapped around her waist.

Her eyes fluttered closed when he kissed her and she practically melted right there. His lips were so soft, even with the scruff and she knew she'd have some serious whisker burn the next day but she didn't care. When she felt him shift his position she knew he probably wouldn't be able to stand like that for much longer. She had to make a choice. She could take him the five steps back to the living room, or the ten steps to her bedroom. And oh, how she wanted to take him there more than anything. His hand slid down her back and rested on her ass, pressing her against him. She could feel his arousal and that seemed to ignite things quickly. His lips moved to a spot behind her ear, then down to her neck and across her throat. She threw her head back to give him more access but hit the fridge with a thud.

"Owww…" she hissed as she rubbed the spot.

House gave her a sexy grin but said nothing as he took her hand and headed in the direction of her living room. She felt like she was in some kind of trance as she let him tug her into the now darkened room. The only light was from the floodlight outside and it cast a sexy glow over them as he sat down on the edge of her couch and pulled her onto his good leg.

Her lips found his once again and she placed her hands on his face, feeling his soft whiskers.

He shifted so she was on her back, against the arm of the couch with both legs across his lap. His hand slipped down to the inside of her thigh, caressing through the denim of her jeans as he wondered what treasures lay beneath. That's when he remembered the dollar bill tucked inside her bra and decided that would be a better target.

Her core felt like it was on fire and he was teasing by not letting his hand go there, but instead, changed direction and went under her shirt, discovering a thin lace bra with a front enclosure. When his fingers unclasped that, he caught the folded dollar bill just as her bra popped open.

"House…" she tried to speak but his lips found their way back to hers, his tongue distracting her thoughts as it explored her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as she could get him, barely aware of the phone in his pocket which was vibrating and sending shocks straight to her core.

"Damn it…" he hissed as he fished for the phone and snapped it open. "Someone better be dying if you're calling me at this hour," he growled.

"It's only 9:30," Kutner's voice called out. He sounded tinny, meaning they had him on speaker phone. "Where are you? We called your apartment…"

"I'm not at home, genius. You have five seconds to tell me about our patient or I'm hanging up," he said as he continued looking at Cameron and softly nibbled her lower lip. "Four...three…"

"She's having some kind of allergic reaction to the treatment."

"Go take a proper history and find out why she didn't tell you about her other allergies besides Penicillin. I'll be there in thirty."

"Thirty? Where are-"

He snapped his phone shut, cutting him off and sighed, resting his forehead against Cameron's.

"I gotta go," he said softly.

"I know."

He gently moved her legs from his lap and sat up, looking down at the very obvious bulge in his jeans. "Damn," he said again as he used his cane to stand and pulled his jacket on. If Kutner hadn't called, he would've been well on his way to a home run. He was about to suggest they move to her bedroom when they were interrupted. Well, he'd see to it that there were no interruptions next time. Assuming there would even be a next time. Seeing Cameron's flushed cheeks and her pink swollen lips, he knew there definitely would be.

"See you Monday?" she asked as she got up to see him out.

"Yeah. G'night," he said as he picked up his helmet. "Sorry."

Was he apologizing? "Don't be silly. You need to go to your patient. So go. It's fine."

He gave her another one of his sexy grins and bent down to kiss her, which she readily accepted. "God, House...if you don't go now, you might never get there," she groaned.

"To be continued," he whispered against her lips before giving them a final peck. Then he was gone.

Cameron locked the door behind him and leaned against it. "I'm in so much trouble."