This is the chapter a lot of you have been waiting for. I hope it lives up to your expectations. :-)


Chapter 10

Emma knew she shouldn't take her bad mood out on him, but he was the problem after all. He and his lopsided grin, and his too blue eyes, and his lilting voice, and she loved him and was too much of a chicken to tell him, and …

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd be strangling you right now."

Her brain needed a few seconds to process his words, but the moment her mind caught up to her ears, her heart plummeted into her stomach. Did she already start having hallucinations? Was this all a dream? He didn't just say what she thought he said, did he?

"What did you just say?" she asked, her voice almost collapsing over the last word.

Killian was silent for a few moments that felt like hours before he turned around with a determined expression on his face. One of his eyebrows shot up, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her knees all wobbly.

"You heard me," he said softly, the words barely audible, but her heart reacted as if he'd shouted them from the rooftop for all the world to hear.

She gulped hard, hoping her legs would not give out under her, and her voice was quivering when she pushed words past the lump in her throat, "Yeah, but did you mean it?"

Killian didn't even hesitate one second, his reply coming out with utmost confidence, "Every word of it."

Emma had no idea how she was able to keep standing, her whole body felt kind of numb right now, the only thing that was still working were apparently her vocal cords.

"Would you please come down here?" She bit down on her tongue, the time he needed to climb down the ladder, and let the paint roller drop into the bucket, felt way too long, and then he was standing in front of her, so close that she only needed to twitch her fingers to brush against his hand. He was staring down at her, not saying anything, and his scent enveloped her – his cologne mingled with male sweat, something that made her knees even weaker – and his eyes seemed to be even bluer that close, and her throat felt twice its size, her heart was hammering in her chest, and the bastard still hadn't made a sound, and now she had to say something and all that came out was, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

His fingers suddenly brushed the back of her hand as he shifted, and his touch felt like she'd just touched a live wire, making her tingle all over, his voice was soft and low when he finally spoke, "You feel the same?"

Of course she did. How could he not have seen it? But she hadn't seen it either; she hadn't thought he felt the same way. He couldn't read her mind after all, could he? With a start she realized that he was still waiting for her answer, and she breathed, "Yes." A gulp, and then she let her fingers skim against his. "Yes, I do."

Pregnant silence filled the room, his body almost touching hers, and her eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his eyes, the tension between them so thick that she could hardly breathe. She didn't know who moved first, but one moment they were still staring at each other, and the next her mouth was on his, and she was finally kissing him.

It started slow, as if they were both afraid what would happen next, but then the kiss suddenly changed, becoming more passionate. His fingers tugged at her hair, and she felt it slither down her back, and then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Her hands slipped under his shirt, and then lower, her fingers sliding into his back pockets and grabbing his ass through the denim. She wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to dig her nails into his skin, wanted to cup his face. But he was holding her so close that she couldn't move an inch.

They stumbled against the paint bucket, Emma heard paint sloshing out onto the newspaper-covered floor, but couldn't care less, and then she was pressed against the wall, feeling the damp paint soaking through her shirt, but all she could do was fisting one hand around his shirt, and wrapping her other hand around his neck in fear he might change his mind again, and stop kissing her.

It turned out her fear was completely unnecessary, because Killian didn't show the slightest inclination of stopping any time soon. He practically devoured her mouth, her head hitting the wall with a loud thump when his kiss turned even more aggressive. Her leg wandered up his thigh without her permission, lust overpowering her brain, and a moan slipped out of her mouth when his rock hard erection grinded against her core.

God, she would combust any second now. If he didn't stop she would come by only dry-humping his thigh. Not that she would complain about it. But before she came close he suddenly stopped, and an embarrassing whine came out of her mouth.

"Bloody hell," Killian rasped against her lips, their ragged breaths sounding extremely loud in the room.

"Fuck yeah," Emma replied, still feeling slightly breathless, her mind still reeling, trying to process what had just happened.

He chuckled softly, drawing back a little to look down at her. His thumb ghosted over her cheek, and she shuddered, suddenly feeling kind of overwhelmed by the whole situation. This was going down a little too fast for her. She pulled away from him, his hands dropping down when she stepped back, his brows furrowing in concern as he watched her.

"Something wrong, Swan?"

"No, but … maybe we should take a step back and … I don't know … cool down a little. Sleep over it. You know … do the sensible thing?"

Emma shrugged her shoulders, feeling completely self-conscious all of a sudden. This was huge. They kissed. Totally out of the blue. They should not rush into it, they should act like the adults they were, and not act on the hormones that were rushing through their bodies right now. Right?

"Aye, we shouldn't rush anything," Killian replied, literally taking a step back, shoving his hands in his back pockets, making her wish it were her hands feeling him up again.

"Exactly," Emma said, trying to ignore the voice in her head that was telling her to stop being a fool and jump him already. "I'm gonna take a shower to get the paint off."

-/-

He had finally told her, and she said it back, didn't she? She did say she felt the same way, so … why was he standing under a cold shower now? Why wasn't he in bed with Emma?

"Because you agreed on not rushing into it, you moron?" he mumbled under his breath.

For a brief moment Killian contemplated to take himself in hand to take the edge off, but somehow he didn't want to come like this anymore. The next time he wanted to be inside her. He was a bloody adult, and not a teenager with raging hormones he couldn't control. He could wait until she was ready. Until they were ready.

Shouldn't be so hard, should it?

He just had to take a lot of cold showers – it was kind of a routine by now - and live with the fact that he would probably run around with a constant semi-hard cock until Emma would finally put him out of his misery.

That was all.

-/-

Maybe she should have gone to bed after her shower; she knew she was playing with fire here, knew where this would probably end. The problem was, she wanted him too much, and she just couldn't go to bed alone tonight. So she leaned against the wall, and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

Emma let out a soft sigh when he stepped out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet, droplets of water still glinting on his skin.

"Damn," she murmured, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she stared at him.

"What are you doing here, Emma?"

His voice was soft and raspy, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest, and her eyes dropped to his midsection, her fingers itching to pull at the towel. When her eyes snapped back to his face, one of his eyebrow rose as he threw her a challenging look. He knew damn well why she waited for him to emerge out of the shower, but the bastard wanted her to spell it out. Damn him.

"You know what I'm doing here."

"I do?"

"You're a bastard," she hissed. "You know that, right?"

His mouth curled up into a smug grin, and she promised herself that she would wipe it off his face in a few seconds. "I don't know what your problem is, love."

"You know what?" She let her fingers slip under her sweat pants, fondling herself, and the cocky grin dropped off his face as his eyes snapped to her hand. "I had changed my mind. I thought we could skip all the normal rules - like no sex before the third date, since we already know each other for a while, but ..." she trailed off, but Killian didn't look up, his eyes glued to the movement of her hand, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter as she rubbed softly over her clit, a silent moan slipping out of her mouth.

"But?" he asked, his voice was harsh with restrained passion, his eyes were on fire as he locked his gaze with hers.

"I can always take care of it myself," she replied, her finger slowing against her clit. "My BOF was good enough over the last few weeks. I can endure it for a little while longer. No biggie."

Emma pulled her hand out of her pants, grinning broadly when she turned around and walked to their guest room, her sleeping quarters for the night until the paint fumes vanished out of her bedroom. It didn't take him more than a few seconds, before his hands closed around her arms and she was pressed against the wall again.

"No, you don't need your vibrator tonight," he growled into her ear, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her ass.

He'd apparently lost his towel during his pursuit, the thin fabric of her pants not lessening the impact of his naked flesh against her at all. Her vibrator would have definitely been a sorry substitute for this. Not that she would tell him that right now.

"Don't I?" she whispered, suppressing a moan when his teeth closed around her ear lobe.

"I think I can offer something way more satisfying."

"I see," she drawled, wiggling her ass against him, a jolt of liquid heat rushing between her legs, making her core throb with need.

"You're going to be the death of me one day, Swan."

"But not today, Jones," Emma said, turning around in his arms to face him. "I have use for you tonight."

"You little minx," he groaned, crushing his mouth on hers and kissing her almost senseless before he pulled back and barked, "Get into my room, so that I can ravish you properly."

"Ravish me? You a pirate now?" she joked, her fingers curling around his necklace, as if she feared he would flee when she let go of him.

"I've waited too long, Emma." The tone of his voice changed completely, from playful to almost painful, his eyes starting a blazing fire deep in her stomach, his next words making the ache between her legs even worse. "I don't think I can be gentle the first time."

"I don't want you to."

Everything was a blur afterwards as they stumbled to his room, leaving a trail of her clothes behind. She was completely naked when they reached his bed, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them gently, his fingers closing around her nipples, tugging softly, making them hard and desperate for his mouth.

He stopped torturing her a moment later, pushing her down on the mattress and kissing a path down her neck and chest, until he finally reached where she was aching for him, and she couldn't keep herself from mewling when he closed his lips around one straining peak.

"God, Killian," she whimpered, arching her back and pressing his head even closer to her body. "More. I need more."

His teeth scraped over her nipple, then she felt a sharp pain when his teeth closed around it, his tongue flicking against her, and then he sucked hard, and she almost came from that alone. But then he stopped suddenly, skimming his lips lower and lower. Butterfly kisses against her stomach, open-mouthed kisses along her hip bone, getting closer and closer to where she needed him most.

Emma was already wet enough for him, but he was a gentleman after all, and maybe he wasn't sure he could last long enough. Before she could protest and pull him up again, he was lying down between her legs, pressing her knees outward and up, and he started to nibble his way from her knee down her thigh, his scruff leaving a prickling path of heat behind. It probably should feel uncomfortable, him going down on her. But before she could think too much about it, he slipped two fingers into her, and curled them just right, pushing every coherent thought out of her brain, her mind only able to concentrate on all the sensations he was eliciting in her.

She came with a shout, her legs were trembling, her stomach quivered. She was panting, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. She heard the faint sound of a plastic foil being ripped open through the rush of the blood in her ears, and then he was back between her legs.

"I need to be inside you, Emma," he whispered, nudging her entrance with his cock. "So much."

"Then take me, Killian."

He was thick and long, her walls needing to adjust to him as he pushed into her. She felt him trembling under her fingers; he was apparently holding himself in check to not hurt her. He probably wanted to thrust into her with one stroke, so she opened her legs wider to make it easier for him to slide all in, both of them groaning as he finally bottomed out.

"Jesus."

"God."

He paused deep inside of her, his head falling to her shoulder, his breath coming out in sharp pants. Emma let her fingers ghost over his back, a shiver running through him and then she grabbed his ass, and he jerked against her, growling low in his throat before starting to move again.

His strokes were slow and soft first, making her toes curl against the sheet, her hips arching up to meet him thrust for thrust. But she needed more, her whole body aching for release, and she dug her nails into his skin, urging him on, mumbling 'Faster' and 'Harder' into his ear.

He followed her whispered commands, his hips pumping against her ass, his thrusts coming hard and fast now. He did make her come once already, and she really didn't need to come again, but she wanted to. Wanted to squeeze his cock, milk him dry.

As if he could read her mind, Killian leaned back, reaching with one hand between their bodies, his finger finding her clit. His thrusts weren't that deep now anymore, but they were still deep enough, and her breath hitched in her throat, her walls convulsing around him as she came, her name tumbling from his lips when he followed her a few thrusts later.

Emma was lying under him, totally depleted, his weight was crushing her, his body was slick with sweat, so was hers, and all she could think was … men who knew what they were doing were so much more fun in bed.

She didn't really know how much time passed before Killian rolled down from her; she was still basking in the afterglow of her two orgasms. Pulling down the condom, he knotted it and just threw it away, obviously not caring where it landed. It wasn't her room, so Emma didn't mind – after all she didn't have to clean it up in the morning. Rolling onto her side, she snuggled against him, his arm coming to rest on her hip, his fingers starting to draw lazy circles on her skin.

"Why the bloody hell did we wait so long?" Killian suddenly asked.

"No idea," Emma replied, pushing herself up, pressing her hand flat on his chest as she grinned down at him. "But if you think we're finished for the night, you're dead wrong."

"You didn't believe I'd be satisfied with having you only one time, did you?"

Emma had to admit the fear had crossed her mind for just a moment, but the way he looked at her now made it disappear in an instant, and she lifted her hand, patting his cheek in a patronizing way. She just couldn't resist.

"Let's just give the old man some R&R, shall we?"

"Old man, huh," he replied, cocking one eyebrow again – it was one of his mannerisms she found extremely sexy - his voice turning into a drawl, "I'll show you what this old man can do to you to pass the time."

When they fell asleep dawn was breaking, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon waking her around noon. She was smiling like a lunatic when she slipped into fresh underwear and her discarded clothes from the night before, only rushing to the bathroom for a quick stop before joining Killian in the kitchen.

She could definitely get used to this. A night of amazing sex, followed by a hearty breakfast to 'replenish the spent resources'. And she could definitely get used to the dazzling smile that was greeting her, and the thorough good morning kiss that he planted upon her.

It definitely made it a lot easier to get out of bed in the morning if this awaited her.