C & K

A/N So, this chapter needs a warning… finally! Although I prefer to think it's not smut but love making. After all the fictional Katie Manoso doesn't bonk like a bunny (and before you ask, I have no idea about the other Kate Manoso's preferences, although she did seem insistent (as did quite a few reviewers!) that second date sex was perfectly acceptable… ). Also many thanks to Jan for her wonderful help!! Couldn't have done it without you.

C & K

He had certainly seemed interested while they were dancing but still her self assurance was faltering.

Could Katie admit that she was interested in sharing breakfast with Cal? It was the time between now and breakfast that had her worried, but yes, she most certainly was interested. "Yes," she admitted with a gasp.

Katie heard heavy footsteps outside before Cal's voice on her phone suggested, "Open the door."

Katie pushed herself away from the closed door she was still leaning against with a startled surprise, the hand holding her cell dropping away from her ear. She blushed at the realisation that Cal hadn't left and was now just outside. Her breath caught as her muscles started to slowly tighten through her body, a charge of excitement racing through her as she swung the door open.

Cal embraced Katie, holding her closely, his mouth dedicated to hers. Cal's tongue traced across Katie's lips, causing her to open them and allowing their tongues to meet and caress each other.

Cal hoped his kiss would convince Katie that she was beautiful, perfect to him. Katie melted against him, allowing herself to be swept along with the enthusiasm of the kiss. She matched his exploration of her mouth with her own. Her hands fisted into the back of his shirt, pulling herself to him. She could feel, as she tipped her hips forward that Cal was most certainly physically interested in her. Her face reddened as she recalled on the dance floor how much she had enjoyed teasing herself by lightly rocking herself against him as they danced.

"You are the most fascinating woman I have ever met." His teeth grazed Katie's neck, and the playful nip was quickly soothed by a soft open mouthed kiss. Katie grudgingly allowed herself to pull away from Cal's hold, taking him by the hand, she lead him up the stairs to her bedroom.

Before she had dressed for the evening, just in case the evening had reached this conclusion, Katie had stripped her bed and remade it with crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. She had selected a black, grey and white duvet cover panelled with black and silver embroidered silk. She had taken the time to arrange candles about the room, which she now lit, and she pressed play on the CD player. The very subdued tones of Sarah McLachlan quietly drifted across the room.

Cal slipped his shoes beneath the bed, and quietly laid his gun on the bedside drawers. He stepped back to the doorway and turned the lights off as Katie illuminated the room with a faint glow of candles. Crossing the room, Cal stood behind her and wrapped his arms about her, moving gently to the music, his breath warm against her neck

"I plan to convince you tonight that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

Katie spun slowly in Cal's arms to face him and ran her tongue across his lips while her hands rested on his chest slowly she began to release each button on his shirt, until it gaped open and she could run her hands across his naked flesh. Her mouth left his, as she trailed kisses down his neck. Slowly tasting her way down his chest, capturing one nipple in her mouth. Katie's hands slid the shirt away from Cal's shoulders and she raised her face again, so his lips were a fraction of an inch from hers. She looked into his eyes through a shroud of long black lashes and saw them darkening with desire.

Cal was not in a hurry. He was going to enjoy this night and take his time doing so. His mouth dropped to Katie's, his hands cupping her cheek, holding her head so he could intensify their kiss. His tongue met hers and played against it. He shifted, and Katie moaned at the feel of his erection pressed against her. This felt so good to her. She had missed being held and caressed. She had missed the physical closeness two people could share. Her hands explored Cal's body, enjoying the strength of his muscles and the firmness of his physique. Arching her back, she gently rocked herself against him.

Cal's mouth swept down Katie's neck. Grazing it softly with his teeth, and drawing the skin into his mouth where her pulse beat against the surface. Her body cried out for fulfillment. She could feel the thrumming quiver of expectation curling low in her abdomen. Cal tugged gently at the belt of ribbon securing Katie's dress at her waist, and smoothed it back from her shoulders. The dress shimmered as it cascaded to the floor and pooled where she stood.

A pang of self consciousness alarmed Katie as she stood before Cal in the deep blue lingerie she had bought. Cal's eyes drank in the curves of her body. His eyes devouring her; the warm glow of her golden skin highlighted by the soft candle light; her long dark hair spilling down, partially covering her body; her smooth shapely legs. His groin throbbed at the sight of this gorgeous woman in sumptuous blue underwear, which hinted at sheerness. Cal's breath caught in his throat as he marveled in awe at the beauty before him.

"You are incredible, so beautiful," he murmured as he swept her into his arms, and kissed her with a passion that sent shivers down her spine and made her body thrill. That was all the reassurance Katie needed. As Cal guided them to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, Katie's hands undid Cal's belt, and worked the zipper lower. Her knuckles brushed him, causing his erection to twitch. Katie's hand slipped beneath his boxers, her fingers tracing his length. Oh God, she thought to herself, how she longed for this man, to have him, to feel him, to be with him.

Cal stepped smoothly out of his pants, and lowered Katie to the bed, covering her body with kisses. Slipping her bra off, his tongue circled one nipple as his hand gently tormented the other. Katie closed her eyes, elated by his touch, his embrace, his tenderness. Cal held her as they lay together, his hands traveling across Katie's deliciously near naked body. She had the imperfections of age that many women bear but he did not see them or notice them beneath his fingertips. To say Katie took his breath away did not fully describe just how enchanted Cal was with her.

Cal's mouth celebrated Katie's body, lavishing her with kisses, as he murmured his enjoyment and admiration of her. Katie relaxed, swooning a little with the flattery and allowing herself to succumb to her body's euphoria. Her body hummed from Cal's attentions. As Cal drew his hands down her body again, he caught the edge of her panties with his thumbs and slid them from her body, smiling as he completely revealed Katie's red dragon on her hip. He pressed his mouth to it, remembering their first conversation and how it had turned into a date, and then a second, and now this.

Cal knelt between Katie's legs and admired her form, his hands stroking her body. The gentle swell of her breasts, the silky smoothness of her legs and the velvety softness of her lush centre. He lowered his head between Katie's thighs and drew her into his mouth, his tongue gliding across her, tasting her sweetness. Katie raised herself to him, inviting him to take more of her. Cal's deep groan of desire sent vibrations of pleasure through Katie. As his tongue circled and savored her, he gently slid first one and then another finger into her.

Katie's belly tightened with satisfaction, her muscles tensed around his fingers as increasing waves of bliss rolled over her. Katie twisted on the bed, writhing, her hips tipping increasingly quickly backward and forward. Her breathing quickened. Her heart raced.

Cal watched Katie lick her lips and bite down on her bottom lip as she pushed herself against his mouth. Her head tipped back in satisfaction, thrusting her breasts into the air. Cal reached up to knead a breast, playing with her nipple, while his tongue pressed more firmly against her, and his fingers thrust into her insistently.

"Oh, oh God." Katie cried as her orgasm rushed through her. Cal sucked her until he felt the tremble of her muscles, as they clenched around his fingers, finally stop and Katie languidly fell back against the pillow; her body relaxed, satisfied.

Cal gathered her to him as he lay beside her, his hands still tracing along the lines and curves of her body, his fingertips gently tickling her. Katie could feel Cal's hardness against her thigh and smiled but for the moment she lay still, appreciating how he had indulged her and catching her breath.

"Thank you," she eventually whispered.

"It was my pleasure," Cal kissed her softly on the lips.

"About that," Katie purred and rolled Cal onto his back, straddling him Katie sat on his abs. She now considered it her turn to explore his beautiful body as he had hers. She leant forward and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss abruptly, Katie sat up and grinned down at Cal, "Now can I see your tattoos?" she teased, inspecting the detailed image of St. Michael the Archangel that was wrapped around Cal's upper right arm. St Michael stood triumphantly over the devil, his sword thrust through the devil's chest. Being Catholic Katie was familiar with the image, and could understand how Cal might have felt about his time in service for his country when he'd gotten the tattoo. She imagined it would never be easy to take another person's life, unless you felt righteously justified in the action. At least it would never be easy for a sane person.

Katie's fingers outlined the tattoo on the left side of Cal's chest. A heart interlaid with the knotted Celtic triquetra. The three pointed continuous curved triangle, which some believed represented Father, Son and Holy Spirit while others accepted it to represent body, mind and spirit.

For all the time they had spent talking and getting to know each other Katie realized that they hadn't ever spoken about their faith, or lack thereof. Her fingers followed the weave of the three cornered knot. She supposed Cal had a Catholic upbringing.

As strong as Cal's inclination was to ravish Katie and indulge in gratifying himself, he was also reveling in the comfortable level of intimacy between them. Katie was relaxed and naked, and Cal was taking much pleasure in both of those facts. He was in bed with the woman of his dreams, and the night was far from over. Cal's cock jerked in reaction to that thought. He focused on the woman straddling him, her fingers caressing the tattoo on his chest.

"My family is Irish," Cal offered by way of explanation.

"You have ESP!" Katie gave a laugh and smiled. "Irish? So Cal is short for?"

Cal rolled beneath Katie until she could see his back. In an archaic Gaelic script between his shoulders, she read,

C A L A H A N

But her mind was immediately distracted from the tattoo by the ripple of muscles that flexed as Cal moved to get comfortable. Katie pressed her breasts to his back, biting at his shoulders, she licked his neck and her voice carried huskily to his ears.

"You are so gorgeous." Her tongue traced its way down Cal's spine until it met the top of his boxer shorts. Katie sat across the back of Cal's legs and ran her hands down the furrows that Cal's muscles caused on his back, then cupped them around a perfectly sculpted ass. On an impulse, she tugged his boxers down by capturing them in her teeth, and dragging them down his thighs. "You have a bullet hole tattooed on your backside," Katie said with obvious amusement.

Cal rolled to face her. "I was very drunk when I got that one," he admitted, his eyes alive with mischief. Katie chuckled, and angled forward to kiss him. Cal's arms enveloped her, and he notched the heat in their kiss a little higher. Katie felt Cal's cock flex against her stomach, and she moaned softly as his mouth pressed more urgently against hers. She rotated her hips, grinding against Cal's length.

"Christ!" Cal uttered, flipping them so he was poised above Katie. He looked into the dark pools of her eyes. There was no doubt he wanted this woman, wanted all of her, and he couldn't imagine not wanting her over and over, for a very long time.

Katie watched desire dance across Cal's face, emphasizing the sparkle of green in his hazel eyes. Cal hesitated above her, his gaze lingering on hers. His lust was evident, and it caused Katie ache for him too. She craved the feeling of him inside her.

Suddenly Katie was alarmed. She'd had 'that' talk with her children about safe sex, and she had bought new lingerie for the evening but did she need a condom, because dammit she hadn't thought to pick them up. Her mind raced. Really what was the chance of getting pregnant? Her change of life hormones were all over the place and as for disease, she hadn't been with anyone except Miguel, and Cal, well she trusted Cal.

Cal had just had the very same thoughts, but luckily he was a little better prepared, and reached over the side of the bed for his wallet. He had always been very careful, and didn't sleep with a woman unless he cared about them, and he cared deeply for Katie. He doubted she had any health concerns, and regular RangeMan physicals proved he didn't but he couldn't imagine Katie would want a second family now.

"Better safe than sorry," he whispered. Katie took the package from him and carefully tore it open, smoothing the latex to cover him with a tender caress. A strangled groan escaping Cal as Katie gripped him more firmly. Placing one hand behind his shoulder she pulled him toward her, tilting her hips, she guided him, circling her clit with the head of his cock, pressing it against herself. She stroked his cock, her hips swaying slightly. It caused an incredibly delightful tingling sensation between her legs, and Katie moaned in response.

Cal's mouth captured Katie's as he slowly slid into her. Gently he pulled back again, and moved forward. As Katie's body adjusted to him she lifted her hips and took his full length into her. God, how she had missed this. Katie rocked her hips against Cal, meeting him as he urged himself more deeply into her again and again. His mouth moved down her throat, his tongue trailed across her breasts. Katie arched her back, offering her nipples to him. Cal stilled his as his tongue played with her. Katie rocked her hips, rolling them, enjoying the shifting sensation of sliding herself along Cal's cock.

Katie groaned as Cal's teeth grazed her nipple. He fought to maintain some control over his desires, although it was becoming increasingly difficult. He was painfully aware of the soft warm body shifting beneath him, the slippery velvet heat that he was buried in, and each small moan that he drew from Katie's lips as her pleasure spiraled had him close to the limits of his self control

Cal lifted his head and arched back stroking deeply into her. Katie matched Cal's increasing speed. Her hips pushing against him with each thrust. Fisting her hand in his hair she dragged his mouth to her own, her tongue battling his. She reached between their bodies, her fingers closing around the base of his cock.

Cal pulled away from the kiss. "Katie," he warned. He was so close to coming. She held him, her hand pumping his hard cock as it slid in and out of her. "Jesus, Katie." Cal could feel his body tensing. Realizing how close Cal was to filling her Katie moved her fingers to stroke herself. Short, firm pressure sliding across her clit. She angled her hips, tipping them, offering Cal a longer thrust. "Fuck," Cal's breath was ragged.

Katie's legs trembled, a measured quiver began at her clit and radiated through her body, clenching Cal's cock within her. Her spasming around him was too much for Cal causing him to pump hard and fast, his release shuddering through his body. Cal fell forward, supporting his weight on his forearms, and kissed Katie. The intensity of their orgasm had drained him. His cock shuddered as Katie's muscles twitched.

Cal rolled to his back, taking Katie with him, his arm rested across her lower back. Katie laid her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. Cal gently squeezed her hip and cradled her body on top of his.

Cal woke early the next morning with Katie lying half beside him, half on top of him. He kissed the top of her head, reached carefully for his gun beside the bed and listened quietly for an indication of what had disturbed him.